The Leak
Caden
Sophia sent the name eleven seconds after the text.
I read it in the car outside Catherine’s house with Aria beside me and Catherine settling into the backseat with her prepared bag on her lap and the particular stillness of a woman who had been waiting for something to break for twenty-two years and was watching it break in real time.
The name was Daniel Mercer.
Junior associate at the federal investigator’s office. Twenty-nine years old. Had been processing documents related to the Romano investigation for the past three weeks, which meant he’d had access to the full timeline of evidence submission, every filing, every piece of the case as it was built.
Which meant he’d known about the drive before it was submitted.
Which meant he’d known about Catherine’s recording
