“My sheriff’s deputy is on the way,” Ethan said.

“He knows all about Emily’s psychological history.”

“Your sheriff’s deputy was relieved of duty by federal marshals forty minutes ago,” Michael said.

Ethan took half a step back, and his shoulder bumped the doorframe.

“You don’t have jurisdiction over company property,” Ethan said.

“The federal corruption task force has jurisdiction over every government defense contract signed anywhere in this district,” Michael said.

Two agents walked Ethan down the back service hall into the laundry room, where the air still smelled of lavender soap and damp towels.