“Did they find the toy?” she asked quietly.

“They’ve got the gray rabbit, and they’ve got the drive,” Richard said.

“Thirty minutes ago the forensic team pulled the whole file directory off it.”

She tugged her sleeves down hard over her wrists until only her fingernails showed.

“Ethan tried to wipe the main servers from his desk,” she whispered.

“Last month he told me he’d put a remote wipe script in the accounting archives.”

“He ran the script,” Richard said, rubbing the faded scar on his left thumb with his forefinger.