Chapter 15 - The Press Room

I reached the shop to find fifteen employees standing among unfinished orders. The great blue printing press was silent. Customers had paid deposits for January deliveries; if we missed them, we could lose half our contracts.
Luis was already under the machine with a flashlight. "The motor isn't fried," he said. "Somebody disabled the control system."
"Can you fix it?"
"With the backup configuration, yes. Without it, maybe two days."
Our floor manager, Angie, came over holding a clipboard. "People need to know if they're getting paid Friday."
"They will," I said. "I have enough in a separate emergency account to cover one payroll. After that, we need a plan."
She stared at me. "You'd do that? After what they said about you?"
"You didn't forge anything. You worked."
I wasn't legally obliged to cover company payroll from personal funds, and Nina later made sure the advance was properly documented. At that moment, though, the choice was simple: employees had rent to pay.
We divided tasks. Angie called clients. Luis rebuilt the control profile. I answered questions and refused to pretend everything was fine.
At six, Vanessa walked in carrying a USB drive. "I found the backup. Daniel gave me access before he met your attorney."
Luis inspected it on an isolated computer. "It's clean. I can use this."
The press started at eight-thirty that night, shuddering to life with a familiar metallic rhythm. People actually applauded. Then Angie handed me a printout from the access system.
"Somebody logged in remotely at three this morning," she said. "They used Warren Pike's account."
Nina told us not to touch anything else and notified investigators. A detective arrived, documented the workstation, and took the logs.
Before leaving, he asked whether anyone knew where Pike was.
"He threatened us at the storage unit," I said.
"We'd like to speak with him."
The next morning, police located Pike at a motel near the highway. During a voluntary interview, he handed over his phone and identified the person who had paid him to intimidate Elaine.
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The name wasn't Margaret.
It was Daniel.