Dante’s POV
I was still furious by the time the sun began to set in the west, I was furious enough that my hands shook every time I touched the keyboard. Someone had breached our system, not just a regular breach. This was different, they had been inside. And they hadn’t left fingerprints, which meant they were good. Very good, more better than a professional.
Reed and I had been at it all night, fueled by cold coffee and the kind of tiredness that made every sound feel too sharp. Email logs, server traces, access history, I combed through everything in loops, hoping the tenth pass would show something the ninth hadn’t. It never did and for the first time in a long while, I felt frustrated.
“This makes no sense,” Reed muttered for the fifth time. His glasses were smudged, but he hadn’t
