On Easter Sunday Afternoon, a Gray Stuffed Rabbit Was Holding Federal Contract Evidence
“It didn’t work.”
Emily turned her face toward him then, her eyes searching his.
“Why didn’t it work, though?” she asked.
“Michael’s cyber team copied the whole server system three hours before Ethan ever touched his keyboard,” Richard said.
“The task force had the complete set of fraudulent defense contracts before we even got to the front gate.”
Emily shut her eyes for a long moment, her chin quivering a little before she drew a slow, deep breath.
“So the records are safe, then,” she said.