“Enough.”
The room fell silent.
Daniel crouched slightly beside my desk.
“Christopher, do you lock your computer when you step away?”
“Usually.”
“Usually?”
“I went downstairs for coffee around eleven-forty.”
“How long?”
“Five minutes.”
The cybersecurity specialist interrupted.
“That fits the transfer window.”
Gavin folded his arms.
“Well, there you go.”
I looked at him.
Something about his certainty bothered me.
Not fear.
Not confusion.
Certainty.
“You knew I left for coffee.”
His face stiffened.
“What?”
“You complained about it.”
“I complain about everything.”
“You said, ‘If you’re going downstairs, bring me one.’”
Gavin laughed nervously.
“This is absurd.”
Daniel leaned toward the monitor.
“Wait.”
The specialist had found something.
“The file transfer came from an external storage device.”
“A flash drive?” Daniel asked.
“Yes.”
“Can we identify it?”
“Serial number, yes.”
Gavin stepped backward.
Almost imperceptibly.
But I saw it.
So did Eleanor.
Daniel noticed too.
“Mr. Mercer.”
