Vanessa stopped being subtle on Monday.
She'd given subtle enough time. She'd planted seeds and waited and watched them get pulled up by the roots by a man who was supposed to be predictable and had turned out to be something else entirely.
She sat in her office on Monday morning and looked at the weekend photographs her source had sent.
The park.
The duck pond.
The bench in the sun.
And the walk home three figures, a small girl swinging between two adults, laughing.
Vanessa looked at that one the longest.
Then she closed the folder and picked up her phone.
"Set up the Harrington meeting," she said. "This week. Wednesday if possible."
Her assistant paused. "Harrington as in Harrington Capital?"
"Yes."
Another pause. "They're Daniel's primary investors."
"I know who they are,
