She called Daniel before she had put her coat on.Still in her office. The unknown caller's number still warm on her phone screen. The city outside the window doing what it always did.Daniel answered on the second ring."I just had a call," she said. "Unknown number. A man. He says he was inside the room three days before my father died."Silence.Then Daniel's voice. Careful. The specific care of a journalist whose instincts had just fired in two directions simultaneously."What room?" he asked."A private dinner. Richard's penthouse. Marcus Reed was there. And someone else he won't name on the phone." She kept her voice even. "He wants to meet tonight.""Where?""A diner in the Bronx. Eight o'clock.""He chose the location?""Yes."Daniel was quiet for a moment. She could hear him thinking. The specific quality of his silence when he was assembling things rapidly."It could be genuine," he said. "It could be a trap.""I know.""We can't go in blind.""I know that too." She picked up
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