“Did you know,” she said. “Before you hired me. Did you know any of it.”
She had called him at six fifty-three in the morning. She had not slept. She had read the report three times, then a fourth, and somewhere between the third and fourth reading she had understood that the question she was about to ask Mac could end everything before it had properly started.
She asked it anyway.
The silence on his end lasted four seconds. She counted.
“No,” he said.
“Marshall had you investigated six months ago. Before I ever walked into your building. The report has your name, your company, your personal history, Sophia’s school. He was building a file on you.” Her voice was steady. Completely steady. “The report was commissioned through Sandra. Her signature is on the authorization page.”
Anothe
