The week Alexander asked for turned into five days before the pattern broke wide open on its own.
It started small — Julian requesting access to an archived client folder he had no active reason to touch, flagged automatically by a compliance filter Gavin had quietly tightened without telling IT why. Then, two days later, a wire confirmation bounced back to an internal finance inbox nobody monitored closely, referencing an account number that matched, almost exactly, one of the shells feeding Leo's debt — off by a single digit, the kind of near-match that could be coincidence or could be the sloppy edge of someone moving quickly and carelessly.
"He's getting careless," Gavin said, spreading the new evidence across the table. "Or he's getting scared. Either way, the timeline's acceleratin
