Allari's POV
I made the calls before I'd even finished crossing the street.
"I want to know who posted it, where it originated, and how fast," I said the moment the line connected. "I don't care what it costs."
"Give me twenty minutes."
It took closer to forty, most of which I spent pacing outside a coffee shop three blocks from the school, watching the minutes stretch while somewhere across the city Bethel was being stared at, whispered about, humiliated for something that had nothing to do with who she actually was.
When the call came back, it wasn't what I expected.
"The post traces to a shared university IP," the voice on the other end said. "Library terminal, logged under a student ID. Business Management, 400 level."
"Name."
A pause, keys clicking somewhere on the other end.
