Chapter 174

Beckett sat at his desk, eyes dark, then pointed at Madeleine's workstation. "Go get some work done." Madeleine's eyes were red-rimmed. She wasn't sure if Beckett really didn't trust her or if something else was going on. "No dating at work," he muttered after a pause, his voice low and disapproving. She turned around, confused. "Uh… okay?" Seriously? At her age, he still thought shouting "no dating" was gonna do anything? While Madeleine headed back to her desk, Beckett quickly accessed Clinton's computer, pulling those encrypted files to his desktop. He dropped them onto his phone in seconds, deleted everything after, clean as ever. "Mr. Beach... you're sure it's not someone close to you?" Madeleine was clearly on edge, trying to clear her name. "Look, stuff like this? Could easily be malware." Beckett leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers on the table. "Carl." Right outside, Carl—who'd been shamelessly eavesdropping—jumped and rushed in. "Sir! I'm here." "After I left yesterd