Leone stepped closer beside me.
“Looks like it,” he replied.
I didn’t waste time standing there.
“Get me the full report,” I said, already moving toward my office. “Everything. Timeline, communications, who signed off on it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
By the time I got inside, I was already pulling my jacket off, tossing it onto the chair as I moved behind the desk.
“This is coordinated,” I said, more to myself than him.
“Vaughn?” Leone asked.
“Partly,” I replied. “But not just him.”
“Still thinking there’s another player.”
“I’m not thinking it,” I said. “I’m sure of it.”
Before he could respond, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I said.
The door opened, and the last person I expected to see walked in like he had every right to be there.
Marshall.
I leaned back slightly in my ch
