The problem with knowing too much is that you can never unknow it.
Daniel called at eight forty-seven in the morning, before I had finished my first coffee, which told me everything I needed to know about how the night had gone on his end.
“He made the call,” Daniel said, without preamble. “Last night. He’s set an off-the-record meeting. Three board members, eleven o’clock this morning. He’s going to lay groundwork before he moves on Victoria and Richard. No names yet, he said. Just the shape of it.”
I set my coffee down. “Which three?”
He listed them. I moved through the names the way I moved through numbers, looking for the soft spots. Two of them I had built a reasonable picture of over the past weeks. The third one I did not have enough on, and in my experience, not having enough o
