FEBRUARY
February 9th
I took the information I had about Daniel to Don.
I didn’t tell him about the meeting with Anderson and Pace. It didn't seem relevant and he would have been upset I'd met them by myself, which—looking back on it now—was stupid.
"Why did you feel the need to investigate him?" Don asked as we sat at his kitchen table drinking coffee.
"You don't think he went into this without investigating us?" I leaned forward and looked him hard in the eye. "The man holds all the cards and we're only allowed to see the ones he wants us to see. I'm surprised I'm the one who did this. You're the one who doesn't trust anybody."
"That's not true," he said.
I tried not to flinch. But he saw it anyway.
A faint smile flickered across his face as he read my expression. "I trust him fo
