The report was only three paragraphs long.
That was the first thing that felt wrong.
I sat on my bed with the lights off, my phone the only thing glowing in the dark, and read it again for what had to be the tenth time.
Three paragraphs.
That was all Daniel Vance got.
A man who attended high-profile charity events.
A man connected to people like the Walters.
A man my father had circled and written He knew about.
And this was it?
I scrolled back to the top.
Local Businessman Daniel Vance Found Dead — Authorities Confirm Accidental Death.
No details.
No timeline.
No explanation of what actually happened.
Just… “accidental.”
My jaw tightened.
“That’s not a report,” I whispered.
“That’s a summary.”
I sat up straighter, pulling my knees closer.
There had to be more.
There is
