"I reckon Mr. Benton tends to lose sight of those who've been good to him," a voice rang out over the phone, accompanied by a strange electronic chuckle. "Your apartment pad needs fingerprints to work the elevator. Any clue how my guy got up there?"

Ethan's face hardened. The penny dropped for him, and for Vivian too. The finger — it belonged to Sophia.

Sophia's prints were on file. She had clearance to this building's lift.

It was clear then. The intruder used Sophia's ...