Back at the apartment, we spread out the documents on the table.
Aunt Marie skimmed through them, shaking her head. “This is big. But it’s not enough.”
I frowned. “What do you mean? This proves Bernard’s been in contact with The Broker for years.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “But proving they worked together isn’t the same as proving they killed your father.”
My stomach twisted. She was right.
I had found answers. But not the ones I needed.
William exhaled sharply. “We need Harrington. He’s the missing piece.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Then we need to find him before they do.”
There was only one way to track Harrington.
And that meant getting inside Blue Sky Studios.
But if Harrington had any connection to Bernard, his name would be in the company’s private records.
And I knew exa
