that I worked in “corporate compliance.”
What Daniel had never cared enough to understand was that my specialty was forensic financial investigations.
For six years, I had tracked hidden assets, falsified records, coercive control, and fraud for law firms and government contractors.
Recognizing patterns was how I made my living.
And nothing happening inside the Mercer home felt accidental.
Outside my apartment, Daniel kissed my forehead goodbye.
That was when I felt the folded paper Emily had slipped into my hand.
At 9:42 p.m., I changed into dark
