“It’s gone,” Cloe said. “Every single entry.”
She was standing at her desk, her screen open, her documentation folder pulled up and completely empty. Not deleted in a way that left traces. Wiped. Someone had known exactly what they were looking for and exactly how to remove it without leaving a trail.
Mac stood beside her and looked at the screen and said nothing for a moment.
“The cloud backup,” he said.
“Also cleared.” She kept her voice flat. “Whoever did this knew about the backup. They didn’t just grab a folder. They knew the system.”
“That’s an inside job.”
“Yes.”
He straightened. “I want the security footage from this floor pulled in the last two hours. Every camera. Every angle.” He was already reaching for his phone. “And I want to know who on this floor has the technical a
