James found it in eleven hours.
A monitoring application embedded in a software update Claire had received seven months ago, disguised as a routine system update from her phone's manufacturer. The kind of thing no one checks because no one expects it.
It had been accessing her calls, her messages, her location, and her calendar since November.
November was before the board meeting. Before the lake house. Before the settlement. Before all of it.
Which meant Vanessa had been reading Claire's private life in real time for the better part of a year, including the anniversary dinner plans, the studio lease, the doctor's appointment, and every single text she had ever sent Nathaniel from her own phone.
Nathaniel sat with this information in the same way he had sat with every previous piece
