Semua Bab Professor Grayson's Favorite sin : Bab 151 - Bab 156

Hargrove called at noon.He called Lennon's phone, not Damien's, which was how Lennon knew something had changed. In a year of everything, Hargrove had never called him directly."I need to speak to both of you," Hargrove said. "Together, today. Something has been filed this morning that you need to hear from me before it reaches you another way."They were at the penthouse by one. Hargrove arrived at one-fifteen. He looked older than he had at the last meeting, not physically, the specific kind of older that came from carrying something heavy for a long time. He sat at the island. He put a folder on the surface."Marcus Hale filed a complaint this morning with the board of governors," he said. "Not the conduct board. Not the academic review. The board of governors." He looked at the folder. "This is above me. I have no authority over the board of governors process. I cannot intercept it, slow it, or modify it in any way.""What did he file," Damien said.Hargrove opened the folder

Roman had the fabrication traced in two hours.He called from wherever he had been working — the apartment, the office, somewhere with good wifi. He called Damien's phone and put it on speaker in the penthouse kitchen."The document is from a fabrication service called Meridian Document Solutions," he said. "They specialize in corporate forgeries for litigation. They have been used by Hale's legal team twice before." He paused. "The paper stock, the aging, the ink composition, all consistent with the supposed date. It is professional work." He paused again. "It is also traceable. I have the payment chain. I have the commission date. I can prove it was created six weeks ago.""Can you prove it in time for Friday," Damien said.A pause."That is the question," Roman said. "I can prove it exists. I can prove it was commissioned. Presenting that proof in a form the board of governors will accept formally, with standing, not just as a document I produced requires filing with an investiga

The man who sat across from Kessler was around sixty. He had the specific composed quality of someone who had been in rooms where power was exercised for a long time and had absorbed the manner of it, the deliberate stillness, the unhurried placement of the folder on the table, the specific patience of a man who believed he was about to close something.He set the folder on the table. He said nothing immediately. He looked at Kessler.Lennon was ten feet away. He lowered his phone.Damien was at the edge of the lobby. He had come in through the side entrance without being seen. He crossed to Lennon's position in four steps. He stopped beside him. He looked at the man."Who is that," Lennon said, quiet.Damien said: "Marcus Hale."Lennon went very still.He looked at the man who had been behind a year of everything, the board votes and the PI firms and the criminal referral and the fabricated timeline and the shot in the garden and he looked at him the way you looked at something that