Claire POV
A few days later I settled into my office with my head of security, a short stout woman with eyes that took in every single detail around her.
“Thank you for meeting with me, Nell,” I said as we sat down in my small comfortable conference area.
Nell nodded, her face serious. Her face, I’d learned, was always serious.
“Of course, your Highness.”
She pulled out a folder and opened it on the table, spreading out a series of pictures and diagrams.
“These images are from the event. Some are pictures taken by different attendees while it was happening.
She tapped a diagram, where straight lines were drawn in different colors over a map of the room.
“This is a recreation of the bullets that were fired, their trajectories. As you can see, the shooter was up in the loft above t
