The next day at noon, the screen on his laptop sitting on top of the center table in the living room flickered before coming alive. Oliver appeared on video call.
"I got something." He said, his face grainy because of the weak connection.
Arthur sat on the couch and pulled the large table closer. "I'm listening."
"This guy is responsible for the leak. We have no idea how he did it but he's a private investigator." Oliver said. "A shady one. Works for anyone who pays well enough. His name is Dale Kerr. I did some digging and found out he's been doing this kind of s**t for years."
Arthur's hands balled into fists on the couch but he reserved that calm and collected look on his face like nothing was going on, even though he was raging inside. His eyes narrowed and his jaw was set hard
