“I have no idea what that is.”

“You do,” Elena said.

“The serial number matches a shipment invoiced to Vance Cybersecurity in September.”

“I don’t sign for shipments.”

“You sign the invoices.” Elena turned a page.

“The camera in the upstairs hall recorded you at the chair at eleven forty-two on Monday night.

You unscrewed the bracket, opened the compartment, and put the module in your coat pocket.”

Marcus loosened his tie a quarter inch.