I was quiet for a moment. The specific quiet of a woman thinking rather than performing — the real version, the one Tovia had seen at the dinner table the previous evening, where ideas were assembled and tested before they were offered.
“Rachel Tan,” I said.
The name settled in the kitchen.
“The journalist,” Tovia said.
“The journalist who cooperated with investigators. Who has been inside this story since the beginning. Who understands the difference between the Calloway narrative and the Nolan narrative because she’s reported on both.” I looked at Sebastian. “Nolan is going to file a statement tonight that reframes everything. But a statement filed tonight doesn’t run until tomorrow morning at the earliest. If Rachel Tan has the full picture — Selene’s documents, Daniel Marsh’s knowl
