The whistleblower, Rachel Chen, met them at a law office in Midtown.
She was younger than Izzy expected, maybe thirty, with dark circles under her eyes and hands that wouldn't stop moving. Sophie sat beside her, a folder thick with documents between them.
"I should've come forward sooner," Rachel said. "Before Lila died. But I was scared."
"Vivienne threatened you?" Alex asked.
"Not directly. She's smarter than that." Rachel pulled out her phone and scrolled through old messages. "She'd send texts like, 'I hope your mother's surgery goes well. It would be terrible if something went wrong.' My mom wasn't having surgery. It was a warning."
She showed them the messages. Dozens of them. All coded, all threatening.
"After I tried to report her, she had me fired. Told the board I was embez
