Marcus's office was chaos.
Papers everywhere. Jordan pacing. Richard on his phone, voice tight. And Marcus, normally composed, looked like he wanted to punch something.
"What happened?" I asked, setting down Evelyn's envelope.
"The evidence," Marcus said. "Someone got to it."
My stomach dropped. "What do you mean, got to it?"
Jordan stopped pacing. "The security footage I gave you. The files showing Ethan and Layla at the hotels. Someone hacked my cloud storage and corrupted them. Half the files are unreadable now."
"How is that possible?"
"Professional job." Jordan's jaw was tight. "Not some amateur hacker. Someone with serious skills and serious resources. They got past military-grade encryption."
Richard held up his phone. "The financial records I provided. The backup drives I k
