In the morning, as I’m getting ready, I hear Dominic in the other room. “Jess, get in here.”
“What?” I staggered into the room with only one shoe on, holding the other one in my hand. Dominic points to the TV.
“They’re talking about Sinclair. This is old footage at his house. Check out the people around him. Do you see that old man anywhere?”
I get up closer to the screen. “Yes. Right there.” As I point him out, the camera moves. “You can’t see him now, but I swear that was him.”
“So he’s definitely connected to Sinclair. And he’s too old to be a campaign worker. Maybe he’s just a donor.”
“Are donors really that involved? Going to Sinclair’s house? Traveling to his speeches? I thought they just wrote a check and that’s it.”
“My dad travels to political speeches all the time. And
