tactical security detail is on high alert,” Tasha confirmed, her eyes tracking the data on her tablet. “Chief Marcus is monitoring the floor feeds personally from the control room. But Blair… there is an unexpected anomaly.”
I paused, my muscles locking. “What kind of anomaly?”
Tasha tapped her screen, bringing up live infrared footage of the fifty-ninth-floor executive corridor, below the private dining rooms.
“Five minutes ago, Preston Weller slipped away from the pre-dinner cocktail reception. He was spotted by corridor camera four utilizing a cloned executive override keycard on