NEVA POV
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Mitch had narrowed the list to three names.
He showed me the correlation data in the back room, his voice low, the door closed, the specific careful precision of a man who understood exactly how much damage an incomplete accusation could do to a family this tightly woven.
"Three people," he said, "whose access windows align closely enough with the leak timeline to be plausible. I need to eliminate two of them before I can say anything with the certainty this deserves."
I looked at the screen.
Names I recognized, people I trusted, and the specific sick feeling of knowing that trust and truth weren't always the same thing.
"How do you eliminate them," I said.
"Carefully," Mitch said. "Cross-referencing further, without alerting anyone that they're being examined. It's sl
