Michael went down the stone steps toward the car, his hands held low at his sides.

“Who authorized breaking into a private corporate server?” Ethan asked, leaning back against the agents’ hold.

“Do you understand the liability your department is taking on right now?”

Michael opened the back door of the black sedan parked by the entrance.

He didn’t reply.

“I asked you a direct question,” Ethan said, twisting so he wouldn’t have to step down into the footwell.

“Mind your head,” Michael said, putting one heavy hand on top of Ethan’s head and pushing him firmly into the back seat.