Michael walked straight past her, the hard rubber soles of his shoes squeaking on the white marble tile.

“Fourth room on the left,” Michael told the agent next to him.

“Secure every desktop and every mobile device right away.”

Ethan came out of the office doorway with his hands pressed flat at his sides.

“Michael,” Ethan said in a smooth, level voice.

“I think there’s been a terrible misunderstanding about my wife’s medical emergency.”

Michael didn’t offer his hand or stop in the middle of the hall.

“Step back from the desk,” Michael said.