Betrayal never really started with an obvious act. It started with access, plain and simple. Three days after everything seemed to settle down, Lynda caught something that did not quite fit. It was not the numbers, or even what was in the reports; it was all about the timing. A delay, Way too exact to just be random; a reply strangely informed, almost as if someone knew things they should not. And a decision, mimicking something she had not actually shared yet, not publicly at least.

She did ...