Page 26 of My Enemy Biker

Inside I bring her straight to the back room. My workspace. Maps spread across the table, laptop open, monitoring equipment running. I've never brought anyone here who wasn't a brother.

"Coffee's in the main room," I say.

She disappears. Comes back with two mugs, sets one beside my laptop without asking, sits in the chair by the window.

Doesn't hover. Doesn't ask what she should do. Just exists in my space like she belongs here.

I pull up the access logs from last night. Marsh's username seventeen times over three weeks, always outside authorized hours. Always late night. Always accessing schedules he has no operational need for.

The pattern's obvious now that I'm looking for it. Should've caught it sooner.

"What are you tracking?" Anna's voice comes from directly behind me.

I didn't hear her move. She's looking over my shoulder at the screen, close enough I catch that soap smell.

"Access logs for watch schedules. Trying to confirm who gave Marrow the information they used on Walt."

"How do you distribute schedules?"

"Encrypted messaging. Officers and active watch only."

"Retention period on the logs?"

I look at her. "Six months."

"Can you map access timing against known Marrow movements? See if there's correlation?"

That's smart. Better than smart. I should've thought of it myself.

I open a second window, pull Marrow incident reports from the past month, overlay timestamps. Three separate incidents. Marsh accessed schedules thirty-six to forty-eight hours before each one.

"There." Anna points. "That's your pattern."

Twenty minutes. She found the connection in twenty minutes. I've been staring at this data for two days.

"You're right." I lean back. Process what this means. "Marsh has been feeding them intel for at least three weeks. Could be longer."

"The prospect you vouched for?"

"Yeah." The word tastes like failure. "Six months in. I approved his access levels."

Her hand settles briefly on my shoulder. "You couldn't have predicted it."

"Should've verified prospect protocols more carefully."

"You know now. So, what happens?"

I bring Clint to the back room. Show him Anna's correlation. He studies the screen without speaking for close to two minutes.

"Certain?" he asks.

"Ninety-eight percent. Set a trap with false intel through his access, see if Marrow moves."

"Do it." Clint looks at Anna. "Sharp eye."

She nods. Accepts it without making it a thing.

After Clint leaves I pull up the false schedule I uploaded last night.