Ibarra led them to a small office two blocks from the municipal building, a place he said belonged to a friend who'd already evacuated, safe enough for a real conversation without the private security detail listening in.
"You said someone's been feeding you information for months," Marcus said, once they were inside with the door locked. "Before any of this went public. Before we even knew what we were dealing with."
Ibarra sat heavily in a desk chair, rubbing his hands together like he was cold despite the warm morning. "Started about four months ago. Anonymous messages through an encrypted drop, telling me which shipments to flag, which internal reports to photograph before they got filed and buried."
"Why you?" Priya asked. "Out of everyone at Praxis Dynamics, why reach out to a log
