The second letter arrived six days later.
This one was different. No photograph. No veiled threat. Just five words and a date.
You should have stayed quiet.
And a date two weeks from now.
I handed it to Kade over breakfast and watched his face.
He read it. Set it down. Picked up his coffee.
"He's escalating," he said.
"The first one was a warning," I said. "This one is a countdown."
"A countdown to what?" Kade said, more to himself than to me.
Marcus was back at the brownstone by noon. He took the letter, same process as the first, bagged and noted. But his face when he looked at the date was tighter than before.
"Two weeks puts us at the Carter Group annual shareholder meeting," he said.
Kade and I looked at each other.
The shareholder meeting was the single most important eve
