Nathan
I wasn't worried about the mistakes, I was worried about the corrections.
Mistakes are human… Corrections cost money, and someone had spent a lot of money trying to make this case disappear.
I rested both forearms on the hotel desk as I looked again at the printed photographs, the car, the recordings… Vanessa Reed, the company, Ethan's house, the restaurant… Everything fit together.
And yet, something still bothered me.
Vanessa didn't seem like a professional criminal, quite the opposite. She had made too many mistakes.
She used a vehicle connected to her own family, she personally watched Clara, she let herself be recorded for hours entering the same café.
She always used the same location to observe the company, she repeated schedules, she repeated routes, she repeated rou
