Chapter Eleven
I groaned. Of course it was.
But it didn’t make the person who’d created the coded entry system any less dead.
Martin absorbed my facial expressions. “Don’t worry, I have people who can tackle this.”
I shook my head. This was so much bigger than that. “Yeah, well, so do I.”
Martin c****d his head. Okay, perhaps I’d been a bit snarky.
Sighing, I reframed my approach. “Listen, I brought this situation to your attention and you agreed to help me out, which I am truly grateful for. Having said that, I don’t need to fight with you, too—you know, in addition to Ramirez.” When he nodded, I moved on. “Why don’t we scan the pages and send them to both groups of ‘people’?”
Martin frowned. “We both know that you don’t have people. You have one guy.”
“Figure of speech, Martin. I
