My knees weakened so suddenly that Daniel reached for my arm.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you.”
Priya handed Daniel a tablet. “Also, I found something on Crown Ridge Archives. Whitaker Holdings has an account there, active for eleven years. Payments stopped six months ago, then resumed last week.”
“Last week?” Daniel repeated.
“Yes. And there was an access request yesterday afternoon.”
The air seemed to thin.
Jason had gone there yesterday.
Before the hearing.
He had expected me to stay quiet, but he had still prepared.
“Can we get a court order?” I asked.
Daniel’s mouth tightened. “We can request one, but it may take time unless we can establish immediate risk of destruction.”
Priya looked at me. “There’s more. The account has two authorized users.”
“Jason and Madison?” I asked.
