He held it up flat in front of her face without breaking stride.

“Federal search warrant,” Michael said.

“A district judge signed it at three o’clock.”

Victoria didn’t take the paper.

She let it press against her silk blouse and then let her hand fall back to her side.

“We’re executing a federal search and seizure warrant covering all electronic storage media, financial records, and physical evidence,” Michael said, not slowing as he headed down the hall.

Victoria followed right behind him, her face drawn tight.