Gavin was waiting in Alexander's penthouse study when they got back, sitting in the dark with his laptop open, looking like a man who hadn't slept in the two days since he'd first flagged the badge log.
"You could have gone home," Alexander said, flipping on the lamp.
"Couldn't. Not with this sitting in my head." Gavin didn't waste time on pleasantries — not with Elena standing in the doorway in her coat, not with Alexander still loosening his tie. He turned the laptop around. "Julian's badge is on three logs he has no business being on. The server breach. The compliance server, the week Elena got framed. And the Apex file pull, four days before the leak started this whole mess."
The warmth of the evening drained out of the room in the space of a sentence.
"Julian," Alexander repeated,
