The emergency meeting convenes at 3:30 AM in the secure room.
Tony and I threw on clothes and raced downstairs. Thomas arrives within minutes, as he was already awake and couldn't sleep. Luca shows up ten minutes later, his hair disheveled, with a weapon visible in his waistband.
Elliot's face fills the screen on the secure laptop, his eyes bright with exhaustion and excitement.
"Show us," Tony says without preamble.
Elliot shares his screen. Spreadsheets, timelines, communication logs - weeks of obsessive analysis compressed into visual proof.
"I mapped every message from M against Thomas's calendar," Elliot explains, his fingers flying across his keyboard remotely. "Meetings, appointments, travel, everything. Then I cross-referenced with personnel files - who had access to his schedule at the time each message was sent."
The timeline appears: red dots mark M's messages, and blue bars show Thomas's appointments.
