Two hours later, Dallas’ cell buzzed as he was rinsing out his coffee cup. He picked it up.
“What’s up, Selena?”
“f**k all, boss.” She sounded pissed off.
“Nothing come up? All night?”
“Nothing. The canvas was a total wash, and Howard and Jill and the gang can’t find any evidence of any kind of external tampering to the security system. Just – just nothing, Dallas. Nothing to explain how the system was hacked from outside.”
He was silent. If his team wasn’t able to find anything, then there was simply nothing to find. That meant that he and Mark were probably right.
“Selena,” he said quietly. “I need you to do two things for me, OK?”
“Name them.”
“First, I need you to tell Mark that the team needs to refocus. They need to check and see if our theory holds…. he’ll know what I mean.
