Gavin folded his arms.
“Well, there you go.”
I looked at him.
Something about his certainty bothered me.
Not fear.
Not confusion.
Certainty.
“You knew I left for coffee.”
His face stiffened.
“What?”
“You complained about it.”
“I complain about everything.”
“You said, ‘If you’re going downstairs, bring me one.’”
Gavin laughed nervously.
“This is absurd.”
Daniel leaned toward the monitor.
“Wait.”
The specialist had found something.
“The file transfer came from an external storage device.”
“A flash drive?” Daniel asked.
“Yes.”
“Can we identify it?”
“Serial number, yes.”
Gavin stepped backward.
Almost imperceptibly.
But I saw it.
So did Eleanor.
Daniel noticed too.
“Mr. Mercer.”
Gavin froze.
“Do you own any external drives?”
“So does everyone in this building.”
Daniel nodded.
“Certainly.”
Then he glanced toward the IT manager.
“Could you check Mr. Mercer’s office?”
Gavin’s voice rose.
“You cannot search my office.”
Eleanor looked at him.
