Harper Lawson — The Midnight Betrayal
“No,” Helena answered.
“It gives us a lead.
We don’t treat an old friendship as proof.”
I appreciated the distinction, even as impatience burned through me.
Then Helena displayed a calendar entry attached to one Fairhaven invoice.
It described a ‘succession communications workshop’ attended by Preston, Lorraine and two outside advisers.
The workshop date was six weeks before the planted gun.
Its deliverables included a confidential file labeled Executive Risk Contingencies.