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Blake went still. “What kind?”

“A listening device. Professional-grade. Self-contained cellular unit.”

His stomach dropped. “Where?”

“Under Devon’s dining table.”

Blake closed his eyes as Jethro’s voice came through the speaker.

“Whoever planted it knew what they were doing.”

His hand gripped the phone tightly. “Is it active?”

“Not anymore,” Draven replied. “Looks like it stopped transmitting the night you brought Devon to D.C.”

Blake stared at the wall. Someone had been inside her apartment, even before his impromptu trip. And he’d missed it.

“Blake?”

He forced himself to focus. “I’m here. Send me the device identifiers and anything else that might help.”

When Blake ended the call, Emmett looked at him. “Can you use the identifiers or whatever you mentioned to figure out where the device was transmitting?”

“Maybe.”

Hopefully.

His attention returned to the screen. For a moment, he mulled over what they’d recently learned.

Crestview Risk Management.

Alexandria.

Graham Whitaker.

The pieces were finally beginning to fit. Not enough. Not yet. But they were closer.

He opened a new search. “Let’s find out more about Crestview.”

By late afternoon, Blake’s side was throbbing badly enough he struggled to concentrate. He’d taken the meds Lucas insisted on, but it dulled his thoughts, and he hated that almost as much as the pain.

Draven and Jethro had returned from St. Louis with the listening device. Its identifiers had led them to a commercial cellular account registered to Crestview Risk Management.

The device had been planted in Devon’s apartment by someone working for Whitaker.

Graham Whitaker was the man behind it all. Carol Jenkins. Scott Mitchell.

Devon.

His fingers flew over the keys as he searched for a list of properties associated with Crestview. Most were ordinary office spaces. Except for one.

A two-story commercial building outside Alexandria.

It was privately owned and closed to the public. A security fence surrounded the property.

Wheels spinning, Blake looked through the company’s recent expenditures. Hope raced through him when he discovered purchase orders for surveillance equipment and building upgrades.

Blake stared at the address. Something about it bothered him.