I stared at the printed pages, trying to make sense of the columns of numbers and dates.

“I have never accessed that database without authorization, Major,” I said. “My duties don’t even require those files.”

“That is the problem, Captain,” Vance said.

“According to these logs, your secure login credentials were used to download schematics for the base’s fuel storage depots.”

“The download occurred at 0200 hours yesterday.”

My mind raced.

At two in the morning yesterday, I was asleep in my bed.

Emma had woken up crying around one, and I had put her back to sleep.

“Where is your government-issued laptop right now?” Vance asked.

“It is in my home office, locked in my secure briefcase,” I said.

“Who has access to that room?”

“Only me,” I said immediately.

But as the words left my mouth, a cold knot formed in my stomach.

The small brass key to the briefcase was on my keyring.

My keyring always sits on the kitchen counter next to the microwave every single night.

“Are you sure about that, Captain?” Vance asked, leaning forward.