Annabel
My boss, Lucy Tentrite calls me at work the next morning. Her voice is tight. “Annabel, I heard you called Director Scape.”
“Yes, ma’am, that’s true. It was for a personal matter.”
“Yes, your father’s death. Listen, I’m going to level with you as your boss and as a friend. I don’t know what you’re poking into, but between you and me, they don’t like it. I’m giving you a direct order—drop the investigation. Are we clear?”
“Wow. Okay.”
“You know the business we’re in. We trade in secrets. There’s some secret there, and it’s above your pay grade. It doesn’t matter if it involved your father. They don’t want you to see it.”
I don’t say anything because really… what do you say to that?
“You’ve been searching internal records—ones you shouldn’t have had access to. I could have you
