She headed down the alley. Behind her, Skeet huffed.
But he followed.
The elevator ride back to their suite stretched in tight silence, the mirrored walls reflecting her flushed face and Skeet’s grim expression, his folded arms and tense shoulders.
Somebody wasmad.
The moment their door clicked shut behind them, Chloe dug into her jacket pocket, her heart still hammering from their escape. She needed to review the video she’d recorded ofDr. Radic’s confrontation, make sure she’d captured everything clearly.
Her hands trembled as she searched her pockets.
No phone.
“Skeet.”
He had gone to the window overlooking Bangkok.
“My phone is gone.”
He turned, frowned. “What?”
“My phone. It’s not here.” She pulled everything from her pockets onto the coffee table, but she already knew it was pointless. Wallet, credentials, lip balm, everything else—but no phone. “All my photos from the villages. The recordings of Dr. Tobias before he died. The video I just took of Dr. Radic. Everything.”
She sank onto the sofa.
Months of investigation.
Gone.
The only solid evidence they had of... well, whatever was going on—vanished.
“The woman in the garage,” Skeet said grimly, moving to sit beside her on the sofa. “She must have lifted it during the escape.”
“But shesavedus.” Chloe’s voice sounded hollow even to her own ears.
“Did she? Or did she just make sure we couldn’t prove what we saw?”
She stared at him, then at the scattered contents of her pockets, trying to process the magnitude of what they’d lost.
“We still have what we overheard,” she said. “Dr. Radic’s phone call. His reaction when he learned that children are dying.”
“Our word against that of some so-called respected pharmaceutical researcher. And a scared man who’s being coerced into cooperation.”
“Then we go to the resort. Get proof.”
Skeet was quiet for a long moment, studying her. Silence stretched between them, filled with the hum of air-conditioning and the distant sounds of Bangkok traffic.
“We’re walking into a trap,” he said finally.
“I know.”
“Volkov might know we’re onto him. His people might be watching for us.”
“I know that too.”
“And we have no backup. No evidence. No proof of anything except what we think we heard in a parking garage.”
Chloe met his gaze.