"Here," Mara said, sliding the folder back across Nico's desk. "These three."
Nico lifted his head from the document he'd been reading. He looked at the three personnel files she'd separated from the rest, then picked them up without a word and began reading.
She'd been back in under two hours. She hadn't rushed; instead she'd been thorough, going through each file twice and cross-referencing shift times against the east perimeter window Nico had given her.
Three names had shown the same pattern: small inconsistencies in their logged movements, a gap here, an early sign-out there. Nothing that screamed guilty on its own, but together, the evidence whispered it when laid side by side.
Nico read through her notes clipped to the front of each file.
His expression didn't change. He didn't even say good work or ask how she'd gotten there. He just set the files down, picked up his phone, and called Luca.
"Bring me Rossi, Cametti, and the driver." A pause. "Separately. Rossi first."
