This Sociological Life

You found Jonah in the department's empty teaching lab, surrounded by print-outs of his own data entry, looking like a boy trying to work out exactly how much of a disaster he'd accidentally helped build.

"Go on then," he said. "Ask me where I was. I had access to the archive. I had access to his office, technically, because nobody ever bothered changing the general research assistants' key code. I'm aware of how that looks."