(Marcus)
Chloe's file was better than I expected, which told me something about how long she'd been keeping it.
She slid the folder across the table like it was a gift, and in a way it was. Dates. A timeline of when Zara left the boyfriend and when she started at Wolfe, laid out to look like a pattern instead of a coincidence. Screenshots. A note about the apartment, the one Zara never moved out of, which Chloe framed as a woman with nothing to hide making sure she looked like a woman with nothing to hide. It was thin as fact. As a story, it was strong. And a story was all I'd ever needed.
"You've been busy," I said.
"I've been patient." Chloe sat back, pleased with herself. "You said we needed something that looks like process, not spite. That's process. Every date checkable. Nothing
