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goes to watch his cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes and blows up. You want that on your conscience?”
    “Dammit. I hate when you have a valid point.” Holden led Vaughn off the plane. They didn’t speak again until they were at Vaughn’s truck in the parking garage.
    “Look, Sabrina needs to know if her TVs are being programmed for destruction, if her company is being used to transport weapons. I say we tell her, discreetly, let her investigate, and if it’s not true, no big deal. No harm done. If it is true, however, we save the day. We’ll emerge as heroes, and I’ll have feral monkey sex with Sabrina because she’ll be so grateful for my service. God, I’d kill to be with her.”
    Holden couldn’t believe Vaughn was turning this into a move on his twisted chessboard of lust. “Fine, but I think we should feel her out first.”
    “Feel her up? Agreed.” Vaughn wiggled his fingers.
    “No, you jackass.” Holden opened the passenger side door and climbed into the truck as Vaughn slid behind the wheel. “Feel her out , as in see if she knows something already.”
    “You think she’s involved?” Vaughn stopped with his key just shy of the ignition.
    “She could be. How would we know? We’re just a couple of pilots who do her bidding.”
    Sabrina didn’t strike Holden as a woman who gave you the complete picture. He was sure she had hidden layers. Layers she had offered to show him on numerous occasions. Layers he had no interest in seeing.
    Twenty minutes later, Holden and Vaughn were riding the elevator up to Sabrina’s office on the top floor of the DE Corporate Headquarters building. Made entirely of windows, the top floor gave the illusion of being out in the middle of the sky. The neighboring buildings were much smaller than DE’s, so you could visit the offices on the perimeter and see nothing but blue skies and white clouds during the day, starry blackness and amazing moon shots at night. The only thing that impeded the natural feel was the beep, click, and hum of all DE’s products on full power in every office at every hour.
    The elevator doors slid open, and the electronic racket immediately got on Holden’s nerves. This was one of the reasons he avoided having to actually come to headquarters. The building didn’t agree with him. Usually he and Vaughn got calls on their cell phones when they were needed or appointments were set up via email or text message. He rarely had to physically report in, going directly instead to the corporate plane tucked in the hangar of Dallas Fort Worth International Airport. Most of the time he got to hang out at his quiet home, which he’d built himself, and work on his cars until a call came in to fly. Yes, planes had their own industrial clamor, as his racecars did, but somehow Holden could tolerate those noises.
    “How do we even know Sabrina is still here?” Holden glanced at his wristwatch. The little blue screen read 9:17 p.m. Their flight to San Diego and back had taken roughly six hours total, and Holden was ready to grab something to eat, shower, then climb into bed, and forget the entire trip. The little voice in his head was telling him not to bother Sabrina with this news. This absurd, potentially false news.
    And why is it always so hard to breathe in this damn building?
    “She’s here.” Not a shred of doubt laced Vaughn’s response.
    Sure enough, when they reached Sabrina’s office, a thin bead of light shone under the door. Vaughn tossed a look over his shoulder that said, Told ya. He raised his hand, made a fist, and prepared to knock.
    “Wait!” Suddenly, that granola bar Holden had for dinner crept back up on him, and he grabbed Vaughn’s wrist. “Are you sure about this?”
    “Hold, we’ve been over this. She needs to know.”
    Before Holden could stop him, Vaughn freed his hand and rapped his knuckles on Sabrina’s door.
    “This better be important.” Her muffled voice was hard to read. Was she exhausted after a long