Michael
He was Marcus Reid, and he awoke me with an urgent phone call at six in the morning. "I found something. You've got to look at this right now.”
A little of the worry about Kitty and the press conference washed back over me; I had barely slept at all anyway. I got in the car and went to his office, leaving Thomas with Betty.
Marcus had paperwork scattered everywhere, his computer screen revealing what appeared to be years’ worth of information. “I did some more digging into the university insider’s background. Linda Morrison. She has an even earlier connection to Duke than we knew.”
"How far?" I asked, pulling up a chair.
"Three years. But that’s not the interesting part.” He pulled up a photograph on his screen. "Recognize anyone here?"
The picture depicted Linda Morrison at
