Marlowe
We spent the next hour working through the guest list from the engagement party, Grant recounting every face he could remember with the desperate focus of a man determined to fix at least one piece of an otherwise uncontrollable situation.
"It has to be someone who actually knows details," I said, working through the logic out loud. "Not just vague rumors. Whoever said that comment knew specifically that you'd threatened to expose me. That's not common gossip — that's something only a handful of people actually witnessed directly."
"Family, mostly. Or people close enough to the club to have heard it secondhand from someone who was actually there." Grant rubbed his temples, exhausted. "I keep running through everyone I can think of, and none of them make obvious sense. Nobody I'd
