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"All of it," Oliver agreed.
Chapter Twenty
Heather
The next morning arrived too quickly. Heather stood at her kitchen counter, forcing herself to eat toast while Oliver reviewed their evidence presentation one more time. They'd managed maybe three hours of sleep after organizing everything, and it showed in the shadows under his eyes.
"We should head out soon," she said, checking the time. "We want to catch Jack before Travis gets in at eight."
"You sure Travis won't come in early today?" Oliver asked, closing his laptop.
"He never does. I've been tracking building access for weeks. Jack arrives at seven-thirty, Travis at eight on the dot. We'll have thirty minutes alone with Jack before we have to worry about Travis showing up."
Charlie trotted over, resting his head on Oliver's knee. The dog had been anxious all morning, picking up on their tension despite their attempts to stay calm.
"Let's go ruin someone's day," Oliver said, scratching behind Charlie's ears.
"Let's go save the team," Heather corrected.
The drive to the arena felt surreal. Morning commuters filled the streets, heading to normal jobs where they wouldn't be accusing their colleagues of conspiracy and sabotage. Heather envied them their ordinary problems.
They arrived at seven-twenty, the executive floor was still quiet except for the light coming from Jack's office. Heathercould hear his voice on a phone call, something about season ticket packages and renewal rates.
"Ready?" Oliver asked.
She nodded, though 'ready' wasn't quite the right word. They knocked on Jack's door frame.
Jack looked up from his desk, surprise crossing his features. "Dr. Quincy, Oliver. I wasn't expecting you. Is something wrong?"
"We need to talk to you about the security situation," Heather said. "It's urgent."
"I thought we resolved that when the authorities arrested Kai Moreno?" Jack gestured for them to sit. "Has he managed to access our systems from custody?"
"No, but—" Heather pulled out her laptop. "Jack, Kai wasn't working alone."
Jack's expression shifted from confusion to concern. "What do you mean?"
"Someone inside the organization has been helping him. Feeding him information, providing access to restricted systems, identifying targets for his attacks."
"That's impossible. My senior staff has been with me for years. I trust these people."
Heather opened her laptop, pulling up the evidence they'd compiled. "I know this is difficult to hear, but the data is conclusive. Someone with high-level administrative access has been systematically stealing information and passing it to Kai."
She showed him the access logs first, walking through the pattern of breaches that aligned perfectly with Travis's digital footprint. Jack's frown deepened with each slide.
"These timestamps correspond with Travis Dane's credentials," Jack said slowly. "But that doesn't mean—Travis has been my right hand since I bought this team. There has to be another explanation."
"I thought so too," Heather said. "So, I set a trap."
She explained the honeypot files, the fabricated information designed to catch their leak. Jack listened in silence as she showed how Travis had accessed those fake files and how they'd appeared word-for-word in yesterday's attack blogs.
"Only Travis accessed these files," she continued. "And they were completely fabricated. There's no other way that information could have gotten to those bloggers unless Travis gave it to them."
Jack stood abruptly, moving to his windows. The harbor stretched out below, peaceful in the morning light. "You're telling me Travis has been sabotaging this organization? Why? What possible reason could he have?"
Oliver spoke for the first time. "We have his communications with Kai. Would you like to see them?"
Jack turned back, his face grim. "Show me."
