Beatrix mattered. I could feel it, a low pulse of certainty under my breastbone. This thread had to be pulled all the way.
Meredith had already hit a wall. Beatrix had changed her name almost immediately after Thomas and Rebecca left, then vanished, as if someone had been waiting to scrub her trail.
A soft chime cut through my thoughts.
Meredith slid his phone across the table, screen up. The banner read Urgent: Internal Channel.
I scrolled. A live digest of the gossip moving through the building. Today's headline was Kate. The confrontation with her father. Speculation that she was sleeping with an executive to keep her place on payroll.
The wolf inside me threw its head back and snarled.
“We'll recess.” My voice came out level. It cost me. “The Vice President will chair the rest of
