"Could be. The timing also interests me. 3PM to 7 PM....that's four hours of sustained access to your network. Someone who could work uninterrupted for four hours in the evening. Someone with privacy and security."
"An office," Harold said. "Someone working late in their office."
"Exactly. And one more thing." Reeves pulled up the virus code again. "This is personal. I can tell from the way it's written. The elegance of it, the precision, the way certain elements are almost... artistic. This wasn't a job. This was someone who enjoyed taking you down."
Harold sat back, his mind racing. An office in Manhattan with institutional-grade internet. Working from 3 PM to 7 PM. Someone with both the skills and the personal motivation to destroy him.
Aria Chen. Working late at Mont Senai Hospital. With access to their high-speed network. With every reason to want Harold destroyed.
"Can you prove any of this?" Harold asked. "Can you trace it definitively to a specific person?"
