Gavin's office looked different at night — the overhead lights off, just the glow of three monitors casting everything in pale blue, the usual chaotic energy of the space replaced by something quieter, more focused. He didn't look up when Elena knocked, just gestured her toward the empty chair beside his desk without breaking his gaze from the screen.
"Close the door," he said.
She did, something in his tone settling cold and heavy in her stomach before he'd said another word.
"I found the source of the forwarding rule," he said, turning one monitor toward her. "It wasn't set up through Serena's account, or Mark's old credentials, or anything I traced before."
"Then whose?"
Gavin hesitated, and that hesitation told Elena more than anything he'd said yet. "It was configured through you
