Ethan stood at the head of the table.
Aaron Price stood near the door.
Lupita sat reluctantly at Ethan’s request, hands folded in her lap, like she expected someone to tell her she was in the wrong chair.
Ethan noticed.
“Lupita.”
She looked up.
“You are not here as a witness anymore.”
She blinked. “Then why am I here?”
“Because you saw the truth before I did.”
Naomi turned her tablet around.
“North Harbor Solutions has no real office. Mail drop in Delaware. Registered agent in Nevada. Payments routed through three accounts.”
Aaron added, “But one consultant used a company phone in the hotel six times this month. Cameras caught him meeting Robert in the wine room.”
He placed a photo on the table.
A tall man in a charcoal coat.
Sharp profile.
Gray scarf.
No name.
Ethan looked at him and felt a memory move.
“Zoom in.”
Aaron did.
