Jordan adjusted his glasses. “Could be hours. Could be minutes.” His fingers tapped against the keyboard as he pulled up the latest log entries. “He’s smart—whoever is behind this knows how to cover their tracks. But no one is perfect.”
Elena’s patience was razor-thin. If Richard was the traitor, she needed proof. If he wasn’t, then they were running out of time to find out who was.
She exhaled slowly. “Keep watching. The moment he does anything suspicious, we move.”
Jordan nodded, his eyes locked on the screen.
Naomi shifted beside her. “You really think it’s him?”
Elena hesitated. Richard had always been meticulous, trustworthy. But something wasn’t adding up. Had she been blind to the truth? Or was he being set up?
A notification popped up on Jordan’s screen.
ACCESS GRANTED: RESTRICTED SERVER. USER ID: R.KANE.
The room went silent.
Naomi straightened. “He’s in.”
Elena leaned forward, her pulse hammering. “What’s he doing?”
Jordan’s fingers flew across the keyboard. “He’s retrieving financial records. Looks like he’s accessing accounts tied to—” He stopped, eyes widening.
Elena’s stomach twisted. “What?”
