Lars came in at eight forty and closed the door behind him.
Roman looked up from his desk. Lars only closed the door when the information should not travel through walls. Roman put down his pen and waited.
Lars set a folder on the desk. Thicker than the ones before it. He did not sit down, which meant he had decided to stay available for questions rather than settle into a conversation.
"We were auditing the Aldric intelligence chain," Lars said. "Mapping every point where his network could have accessed internal Ashford data to build the first attempt." He paused. "We found the source."
Roman looked at the folder.
"Isabella Crowe," Lars said. "Six months of messages between her personal device and a contact in Aldric's network. Starting eleven months ago." A brief pause. "During your
