“He still has his old access card,” I said. “They never deactivated it after the divorce.”

Julian grabbed his laptop. “We need to get to a stable network where I can monitor the server room cameras.”

“My office is ten minutes away,” Samuel said. “We have high-speed fiber. We can route the feed there.”

We hurried out to Samuel’s sedan, the cold night air biting my face.

The rain was coming down in heavy, cold sheets now, blurring the streetlights of Denver.

I strapped the baby into the car seat, my hands shaking.

She let out a soft whimper but fell back asleep as the engine hummed to life.

We drove through the dark streets in silence.

Julian kept his eyes glued to his tablet, watching the login attempts fail one after another.

“He’s driving fast,” Julian muttered. “The remote blocks are holding, but he’s going to try to manually pull the hard drives.”

“If he pulls the drives, can we recover the data?” I asked.

“Only if the offsite backup completed at midnight,” Julian said. “But the clinic’s local physical server is the primary evidence. If he destroys that, the chain of custody for the DNA matches is ruined.”