using company systems.”
I nodded.
“At 11:06 last night, someone logged into her company account.”
“Where?”
“Houston.”
I glanced toward Adrian and Lily.
“Was she here?”
“We don’t know.”
“What did they access?”
“Old travel records.”
My stomach dropped.
“Whose?”
Daniel rotated the screen.
I read the names.
Adrian Prescott.
Caroline Prescott.
Samuel Baines.
And Ethan Walker.
I looked up.
“Why would Ethan have travel records in Adrian’s company?”
“That’s the problem.”
“What problem?”
“He shouldn’t.”
I stared at the screen.
“But he does.”
“Yes.”
“How far back?”
“Almost three years.”
The photograph.
The hospital fundraiser.
The beginning of Ethan’s questions about Northbridge.
I whispered, “Someone was tracking them.”
Daniel didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
Adrian returned with Lily, who now possessed a box of crayons large enough to stock an elementary school.
“They said I can keep them.”
“I’m very happy for you.”
She climbed into her
