I was looking at a plan.

Chapter 9 — The Message From Seattle

And then, standing there looking at that footage, a piece I had been carrying for three days without understanding it clicked into place, and the whole picture lurched into a darker focus.

Three days earlier, while I was still in Seattle, my corporate attorney had sent me an urgent message.

Someone close to me, she wrote, had made an attempt to obtain confidential copies of my family trust documents and the prenuptial agreement that Vanessa and I had not yet signed.

At the time, distracted by meetings, I had read it as a security matter, a corporate matter, something about a leak to be plugged.