I nodded and stepped back.

Then Chloe opened her backpack, withdrew a sheet of paper, and held it out to her mother.

At the top was a name I recognized from a foundation letter that had been forwarded to my office that morning: Bellweather Research Fellowship.

Marianne watched me notice it.

There it was again, that knowing look.

Whatever she had planned, the competition was only its beginning.

PART 4: The Dossier