The letter was waiting on the porch. Plain white envelope. No return address. Noah's name typed on the front.
He picked it up. Heavy paper. Expensive. The kind of envelope that meant business.
Inside, the house was quiet. Leighton at work. He had come home early. Rare. He wanted to surprise her. Cook dinner. Be the husband who tried.
He opened the envelope in the kitchen. Hands steady. No reason to worry. Probably junk mail. Fancy junk mail.
The letter inside was typed. Single page. Clean. Professional.
*Mr. Knight,*
*I know what you did with the Hastings Medical acquisition. The inside information. The timing. The favor for Jennifer Drake.*
*The SEC will know too. Unless you're smarter than I think.*
*This is your only warning.*
*A concerned party*
Noah's hands stopped being ste
