“So maybe it was coincidence,” I said.
Daniel shook his head.
“Coincidences don’t usually know mile markers.”
Then Eleanor surprised everyone.
“My granddaughter knew my route.”
Daniel turned.
“Claire?”
Eleanor nodded.
“I told her last night I was going to the bakery before coming here.”
Daniel’s expression remained unreadable.
“Anyone else?”
“Claire’s husband.”
That name changed something in the room.
Marcus Vale.
Even I knew it.
Vale Development.
Luxury hotels.
Commercial towers.
Private clubs.
And, according to business pages, one of Halston Capital’s largest borrowers.
Daniel looked toward Eleanor.
“Mrs. Halston, there is something you need to see.”
He connected his laptop to the conference screen.
A series of financial records appeared.
I understood almost none of them.
Eleanor understood immediately.
Her face went pale.
“Where did you get this?”
“Internal audit.”
“Why wasn’t I informed?”
“You were scheduled to be informed this afternoon.”
Eleanor stood slowly.
