I walked into work the next day still buzzing from my conversation with Academician Arthur the night before.
That is, until Captain Mercer sought me out again.
I stared at him, totally confused, and was just about to ask what had brought him over this time.
He held up a screenshot for me to see.
It was a record of my email account sending a file to Derek, timestamped the previous evening.
But at that exact time, I'd been right there at the academic conference with Noah.
My first thought was that the screenshot was fake — I'd never done anything like that, not in a million years.
Captain Mercer saw the question on my face before I could even open my mouth, and jumped in to explain.
"This image was sent to us anonymously. We already looked into it — there's no sign of tampering. That
