I wasn’t going to offer her up as someone Eleanor could intimidate.

“I have evidence of the conversations.”

Eleanor laughed sharply.

“Evidence?”

“Yes.”

Oliver stared.

I had agreed with Marcus to preserve the recordings for proper review rather than broadcasting them to a room full of guests.

I wasn’t interested in turning private audio into entertainment.

Still, I could tell Oliver what it contained.

“Eleanor knew about Sarah’s estate before we met,” I said.