It started with a phone call to Daniel's communications director.
An anonymous tip, which in itself wasn't unusual. Anonymous tips arrived regularly in the orbit of someone like Daniel Blake, from people with various motivations and varying levels of accuracy. His communications director had a system for them. A filter. A way of assessing what was credible and what wasn't before it reached Daniel.
This one passed the filter.
Because it wasn't about Daniel.
It was about Nora.
The caller, a woman, young, voice slightly unsteady in the way of someone doing something they weren't entirely comfortable with, said she had information about a planned story. Not published yet. Being prepared. The kind of story that would involve photographs of Nora taken without consent at her school and per
