Ryder
The report came on a Tuesday morning.
Twelve pages. My man was thorough, which was why I paid him what I paid him. He had been following Ravenna for eight days and the document contained a full record of her movements, her timing, and in two cases partial transcripts of conversations picked up through a directional microphone from the building car park.
I read it in my office with the door locked and Kate handling my morning calls on the other side of it.
Ravenna had arrived at the RavenWolf building before eight-thirty every single day. She had stayed later than her required hours on four of the eight days. On two of those occasions she had been alone in my father's office with him past seven in the evening. On a Thursday she had not left until nearly nine.
I set the report on
