Chapter 4

I spent the afternoon methodically preparing my case. Patricia Winters had agreed to meet me first thing tomorrow morning, and I needed to organize every scrap of evidence I could find. The maintenance key fob lay on the desk beside printouts of the server logs showing the systematic deletion of my files. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

My fingers flew across the keyboard as I documented everything—the timing of the theft, the forged surveillance footage, Marcus and Amanda's affair. Each betrayal cataloged with the precision that had made me a successful scientist. I would approach this like…