I watched them cross the lobby.
An extraordinarily wealthy man with no jacket and a four-year-old carrying a drawing of him as a giant stick figure with a dog.
My throat tightened unexpectedly.
Daniel noticed.
He politely looked back at the computer.
“What else?” I asked.
“We reviewed Ms. Ellison’s company access logs.”
“You can do that legally?”
“She’s an employee 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?”
