Jaya ignored him and turned back to the computer, typing as fast as she could, knowing that she was losing precious seconds. Ivan was just as quick witted as she. The more time he had to work the problem, the less likely she would be able to escape. She glanced up to see him speaking rapidly into his phone, his voice short and clipped. Another glance through the Tiffany's window showed his men separating, one going left and the other right to cover the other exits. It was a fair bet ...