Ethan
Marcus Webb's office turned out to be smaller and shabbier than I expected for a man who'd apparently made a career out of selling other people's secrets, a single cramped room above a dry cleaner's a few blocks from the courthouse, the kind of place chosen deliberately to avoid drawing attention.
I sent two of my own security consultants rather than going myself, along with a lawyer prepared to present the agreement Priya's team had drafted overnight. But before the meeting could even take place, Priya called me directly, her voice carrying an urgency that made me set aside the report I'd been reviewing.
"We found something you need to see before your team makes contact with Webb," she said. "I had our financial analyst trace the payment inquiry more thoroughly overnight. The tab
