Ryder
I found the answer four days before the ceremony, and it wasn't what any of us had braced ourselves to expect.
I'd been running down every angle for nearly two weeks, cross-referencing vendor communications, checking for any connection back to Damien's old network, half expecting to discover some remaining associate of his had picked up where he'd left off despite his imprisonment. Instead, the trail led somewhere entirely different, somewhere that made me sit back in my chair and reconsider everything I'd assumed about the threat's nature.
A journalist. Freelance, working independently rather than for any major outlet, someone who'd apparently been quietly investigating the family's story for months, patient in a way that had nothing to do with malicious surveillance and everythi
