Daniel.
Alexander.
Sofia.
Me.
Taken from a distance at the wedding.
On the back were three handwritten words:
YOU FINISHED IT.
I showed Daniel.
He stared at the handwriting.
“That’s not mine.”
Alexander examined it.
“Not Richard’s.”
Marcus looked at the photograph.
Then smiled strangely.
“What?”
He turned it over.
In the lower corner was a tiny symbol.
A blue harbor.
Daniel laughed.
“No.”
“What?”
He looked at Alexander.
“Remember Elena’s original source contact?”
Alexander frowned.
“Elena was the source.”
Daniel shook his head.
“That’s what she believed.”
The final secret unfolded weeks later.
Meridian had contained one internal whistleblower whose identity even Daniel never knew.
Someone had been feeding information to both Daniel and Carmen.
Someone who remained hidden through every investigation.
Someone who had helped ensure the final evidence eventually reached Caroline.
Federal investigators never identified that person.
Maybe they were gone.
Maybe they were still alive.
