*Rasmus*
The email sits open on the laptop between us, its accusations unchanged since the last time I read them three minutes ago. Ava scrolls up, then down, then up again, as if the words might rearrange themselves into something less damning if she stares long enough.
"Read it again," she says. "Out loud."
I lean closer to the screen. The beach house is quiet except for the surf outside and the faint hum of the refrigerator. "The credential was approved by Virginia Harrington on a Tuesday, three days prior to the file access. Internal memo number 1147-D references the credentialing exception. Verify the sign-in logs for that date and you will find a name that should not be there."
Ava presses her fingers against her temples. She hasn't touched her coffee in twenty minutes. The mug s
