I said nothing about the mole. Not yet.
Instead, I focused on the thing I could actually do something about, the documents. The falsified compliance records that had been sitting in the firm's filing system like a time bomb. Kade had flagged it as an inside job and the more I dug, the more I agreed.
I pulled the audit trail on the documents that Wednesday and stayed in the office until seven cross-referencing them. Kade found me there and sat across from me without saying anything, pulling his own copy of the files and starting from the beginning. We worked in a silence that was productive and easy in the way that very few silences are.
"Here," I said, pushing a page across the table.
He looked at it. His jaw tightened.
The document had been accessed by a user profile that didn't exis
