“Not on purpose,” he said. “But somehow the person let it slip.”
“But to who and where? It’s not like the people in my office have contact with Zamora or his associates.”
Mack locked gazes with her. “Since we don’t know who Zamora is protecting, it’s possible they had contact with this person.”
“I suppose,” she admitted, but wished she didn’t have to. “As far as I know, only Warren and Harris had any information.”
Mack worked the muscles in his jaw, his finger tapping faster on his knee. “And you trust this Warren guy?”
She firmed her shoulders and made sure she sounded resolute. “Absolutely. Fully.”
Apparently, her tone left the others in contemplation as they fell silent and no one spoke for the remainder of the drive. At the safe house, she went straight to the basement, the others trailing after her.
Cam looked up from the same position on the sofa, his laptop still on his knees. Bear was curled up in his bed. He shot to his feet and bounded over to the steps. Addy scratched under his chin, and he rewarded her with a contented look. She knew he’d been picking up on all the tension, and she felt bad for him. His days as a police dog left him ultrasensitive, and her goal had always been to give him a happy and contented life in his senior years.
She went straight to her files—she had no time to waste—and when Bear followed her, she let him rest his head in her lap.
Cam looked at them, his expression bright and cheerful. “Glad you guys are back.”
“You find something on the federal targets?” Mack went to the small refrigerator and grabbed a can of Red Bull.
“Not yet.” Cam closed his laptop and rested his hands on it. “But Fitz just called me. He finished reviewing the office security video, and the cleaning people were at the ICE office on the night of the hack.”
Sean dropped down next to Cam. “You think one of the cleaning crew deleted Addy’s files?”
Cam scratched his neck. “I think it’s worth looking into.”
“But they all would have been thoroughly vetted before being allowed to work in our office,” Addy said, still stroking Bear. “I mean thoroughly.”
“People change.” Mack popped open his Red Bull. “Anyone can suddenly have financial issues and be susceptible to a bribe.”
“Or maybe one of the crew used a bogus ID,” Kiley suggested.
Addy looked at Kiley. “You mean like the guy Zamora is protecting hired someone just to hack our network?”
“Exactly,” Kiley said.
Addy liked this thought a whole lot better than thinking one of her fellow agents had performed the hack. “Then weneed to delve into backgrounds on the crew members on duty that night. Also take a look at the owners of the company and their connections.”
“Already ahead of you on that.” Cam grinned, his cocky little smirk so familiar to Addy, though she had no concrete memories of it. “Fitz gave me the workers’ and owners’ names, and I’m writing an algorithm to search for their backgrounds. He also said Harris will request personnel files from the cleaning company and will forward them the moment she receives them.”
“Espionage at our office.” Addy shook her head, and Bear’s head popped up, his eyes seeking the cause for the new anxiety in the room. “This is all just too unbelievable.”
Cam’s expression sobered, his look very severe for the happy-go-lucky guy. “You might have to believe it. It’s looking very much like someone infiltrated your office. And prepare yourself. We may have only found the tip of the iceberg on the damage they’ve done.”
Chapter 19
ADDY HAD REVIEWEDher files again while Mack planned transport to her office so she could determine if her desk had been compromised. Even with the time pressure mounting, she didn’t find any hint of another boss. Now as she sat in the worn chair that had seen years of use, she was hoping a search of her desk would give them another lead.
The small office was low on the priority list for new equipment and supplies, which also meant they didn’t have advanced security measures. Not that they could’ve stopped anyone on a cleaning crew by enhancing their security system, but they might’ve had interior cameras to record their actions. They didn’t, and she had no time to waste on thinking about what could’ve been.
She opened a file drawer, and her gloved fingers were clumsy as they thumbed through the folders. She didn’t note anything odd or missing so she moved on to other drawers and then her desktop files. Everything looked exactly as she’d left it. Although her desk was free from dust and any crumbs she might’ve left from eating here, which she often did, fingerprint powder from the forensic staff covered the desktop and her keyboard.
Just the sight of the powder brought back visions of her house after forensics processed the place. She had to brace herself to keep from shuddering and drawing attention from Mack,who was talking with a white-suited forensics tech named Lyle. Mack caught her attention and split away from the tech.
Cam followed him and stopped next to her. “Did you find anything odd?”
“No.” She peered up at him. “What did Lyle have to say?”
