Hazel's POV
“I found her,” Marcus said, sliding a folder across the kitchen table at seven in the morning, his eyes ringed with the particular exhaustion of a man who had not slept. “You are not going to like what is in it.”
Julian opened the folder without hesitation. I leaned over his shoulder, my coffee forgotten, and stared at a photograph of a woman in her early thirties standing outside a courthouse, her face sharp and unreadable.
“Vivian Hale,” Marcus confirmed. “Gerald’s only child. She changed her legal name after her parents divorced when she was sixteen. She has spent the last decade in and out of finance jobs, mostly short lived.”
“Short lived how,” Julian asked, his voice sharp.
“She gets close to powerful men,” Marcus said carefully. “Gains their trust. Then something al
