Clara
Priya called me the following morning requesting a secure meeting to coordinate the investigation, and I found myself, less than twenty-four hours after asking Ethan for help, sitting across a conference table from him again, this time with case files spread between us instead of quarterly reports.
"My team traced the courier service that delivered the letter," Ethan said, sliding a folder toward me. "A local company, used frequently by private investigators who want to obscure the origin point of sensitive deliveries. We've identified three names associated with similar delivery patterns over the past year."
I scanned the folder, three photographs and brief professional summaries, feeling a small flicker of hope for the first time since the blackmail letter had arrived. "Do any o
