I stood in the lobby and read the message three times.
Just the two of us.
Daniel Kingston had never once in three years of marriage reached out to me directly. He was not that kind of man. He worked through layers. Through Marcus. Through his wife Patricia who passed along his opinions in her soft careful voice like they were her own. He was the kind of man who never did anything directly if he could arrange for someone else to do it for him.
So this message meant something had changed.
He was worried.
I put my phone in my bag without responding and walked out of the building into the morning air. The street was busy and I moved through the crowd slowly with my mind working through everything.
He knew I had been in Ethan's building.
That was the only explanation. He had people watc
