Jake worked fast.
Three days after their coffee shop meeting he appeared at Aria's desk at lunch with a sandwich he didn't eat and a name he said quietly enough that only she could hear.
"Daniel Reeves," he said. "Senior analyst. Communications department — my department." He kept his voice level, his eyes forward, the practiced casualness of someone who had thought about how this conversation should look from the outside. "He's been sending weekly summaries to an external email. I traced the address through a shared server log." He paused. "It routes to a Castellan Associates account."
Aria kept typing. "You're certain?"
"Three weeks of outgoing messages. Same time every Sunday night." Jake finally took a bite of his sandwich. "He's good. But not as good as he thinks."
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