The email notification chimed on my phone at 12:47 AM. Frank never slept, which made him perfect for jobs like this.
I sat up in bed and opened the message, squinting at the screen in the darkness.
Initial findings on Evelyn Lawson. Legal career ended abruptly three years ago. Allegations of sharing confidential client information with a man named Ryan. Internal investigation at Harrington & Associates. She resigned before formal charges. Details attached.
I scrolled through the attached files, my jaw tightening with each line I read.
Ryan Wolfe. Gang leader. Drug trafficking. Assault charges.
And Evelyn had supposedly given him confidential client information.
I set the phone down and rubbed my temples. This didn't make sense. The woman I know didn't seem careless. She was sharp, ca
