Elias finds me on Thursday morning.
Not at the track, or library — at my locker before first period, which means he came early and he came specifically for me, which means he has been waiting since last night to tell me what he wants to tell me and decided 7:45am was as long as he could reasonably wait.
He falls into step beside me. He does not open with pleasantries, which would have been appropriate and appreciated.
“The forum leak,” he says. “Three weeks ago. Someone accessed my audit trail.”
“I thought you ran the access trail yourself.”
“I ran the primary trail. I’ve been running a secondary audit since — tracking the access patterns that led to the initial leak rather than the leak itself. The primary trail shows who pulled your records. The secondary audit shows who told them t
