Most of the creative team disappeared before eight.
But someone else had been there.
I looked toward Gavin.
“You were.”
His expression changed.
“I left at eleven.”
“No.”
The memory sharpened.
“You came into my office after eleven-thirty.”
Gavin shook his head.
“No, Chris.”
“You asked if I was almost finished.”
“You’re mistaken.”
I stared at him.
“You were wearing your gray coat. You said your wife was angry because you missed dinner again.”
Gavin’s jaw tightened.
Daniel looked toward the cybersecurity specialist.
“Can you identify the user credentials?”
A pause.
Then:
“The transfer was initiated under Christopher Bennett’s profile.”
My chest tightened.
Gavin exhaled sharply.
“There. That answers it.”
I turned toward him.
“You think I did this?”
“I don’t know what to think.”
“You just said I had nothing to do with it.”
“That was before—”
“Before you discovered someone used my login?”
Eleanor raised her hand.
