“That’s the problem.”
“What problem?”
“He shouldn’t.”
I stared at the screen.
“But he does.”
“Yes.”
“How far back?”
“Almost three years.”
The photograph.
The hospital fundraiser.
The beginning of Ethan’s questions about Northbridge.
I whispered, “Someone was tracking them.”
Daniel didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
Adrian returned with Lily, who now possessed a box of crayons large enough to stock an elementary school.
“They said I can keep them.”
“I’m very happy for you.”
She climbed into her chair.
Adrian sat.
Daniel quietly turned the laptop toward him.
He read.
His face hardened.
“Where did this come from?”
“Claire’s account.”
“That’s impossible.”
“You said she’s had access for seven years,” I said.
“Not to this.”
“What is it?”
