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He doesn't answer.

“Sabine admitted she was one of the breaches.”

His eyes sharpen at the name.

Sabine.

Real.

Human.

Not Vesper.

I continue.

“She also told me she wasn't responsible for everything we're seeing.”

“And you believed her.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because when I asked what she was looking for, she told me.”

“Her father.”

“Yes.”

“And conveniently ARGUS woke up at exactly the same time.”

“No. That's the problem.”

I step closer to the screen.

“Her activity and the deeper ARGUS intrusion don't map cleanly.”

My father says nothing.

“She was searching archives.”

I point toward him.

“Someone else was searching architecture.”

His expression closes.

“Who?”

“I don't know yet.”

“Then find out.”

“I intend to.”

“Without her.”

“No.”