Six weeks after the co-CEO announcement, a woman named Harriet Cross walked into the Carter Group lobby and told reception she had information about the East River incident.
I was in a meeting when Marcus called. He was brief, the way he always was, and then he said the name Harriet Cross and the words East River and I excused myself from the meeting without explanation.
She was in her mid-forties, brown haired, neat, with the careful posture of someone who had rehearsed being in this room before she arrived. She sat across from me in one of the smaller meeting rooms with her hands folded and her eyes direct.
"I was there," she said, without preamble. "The night of the mugging. I was a witness."
I looked at her carefully.
"Why are you coming forward now?" I asked. "It was seven years
