If he’d made progress yesterday during their sparring match, it had been undermined by the vandalism, and she’d been remote for the last twenty-four hours.Other offices had been trashed on Wednesday night: Rob Anderson’s, a chemist’s, and accounting. Now he was left wondering which office was the real target?His Ethernet rewiring hadn’t been discovered—he currently had unfettered access to the Iraq network. But there could be other reasons to target the archaeology lab he shared with Erica. On Monday he’d used Erica’s log-in to hack into other secure areas of the network, to familiarize himself with the system. Had he made a mistake and left tracks? Had someone targeted their office because he’d screwed up and directed suspicion to Erica?She let out a stream of curses that would make a Teamster proud.“What’s wrong?” he asked.She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples. “We’ve got seventy-two hours until the Thermo-Con EA is due, and we’ve found exactly nothing about the history of the house.
