“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.
“Enough.”
Everyone became silent.
Daniel crouched 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 crossed his arms.
“Well, there you go.”
Something about his reaction troubled me.
He wasn’t confused.
He seemed almost satisfied.
I looked directly at him.
“You knew I left for coffee.”
His expression stiffened.
“What?”
“You complained about it.”
“I complain about everything.”
“You said, ‘If you’re going downstairs, bring me one.’”
Gavin gave an uneasy laugh.
“This is absurd.”
Then Daniel noticed another detail in the technical report.
“Wait.”
