(Sebastian)
I looked at my phone, trying to understand what my grandfather had just told us. Alexander had spoken to him two days before his death about a report that had supposedly been completed weeks earlier. Either someone had kept him from knowing the investigation was closed, or the records Nathan found were wrong. I needed my grandfather to explain their conversation.
"Did my father say who was preparing the report?"
"Daniel Whitmore."
I looked at Nathan, who was already reaching for his phone. We had an appointment with Daniel tomorrow afternoon, but I wanted to know more about his relationship with my father. If Alexander trusted him enough to discuss the investigation personally, Daniel might have information that never reached Wolfe. I asked my grandfather another question.
