(David)
I sat in my office and stared at the security footage from the society dinner. I had been watching it for three hours straight, and my eyes were starting to hurt.
Richard Blake had hired me to find out who drugged his daughter. At first, it seemed impossible. The main cameras at the event had been wiped clean for exactly three minutes. The three minutes when Avery took the drink. No footage. No evidence. Just blank screens.
But I was former FBI. I knew how to find what people didn't want found.
I started with the basics. Who was at the dinner? Who had access to Avery? Who could have wiped the cameras?
The guest list was long. Over two hundred people attended. Politicians, business owners, socialites. All dressed in expensive clothes, drinking expensive wine, pretending to care
