Ryder
We got the drive back to the clubhouse without incident, though I kept checking the mirrors the entire drive home out of habit more than any specific suspicion, old instincts that had kept this club alive through worse situations than this one. Zoe held the little flash drive like it might shatter, turning it over in her fingers the whole way, and I understood the impulse even if I didn't share her nervous energy outwardly.
I called Mason and Jax into my office the second we arrived, along with Zoe, and we gathered around my laptop while Mason plugged the drive in with the careful precision he brought to everything mechanical, like even a piece of digital hardware deserved the same respect as an engine.
The screen filled with a prompt instead of files.
*Enter password.*
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