I told Yvonne enough. Not everything—I wasn’t ready to trust her with everything—but enough to confirm that what she’d experienced wasn’t a personal failing but a professional deception. He had targeted her, her firm’s contracts, her access, and her credibility. Possibly her feelings, too, though I didn’t say that.
She asked what I was going to do. I told her I didn’t know yet, which was partially true. I knew the destination. I was still mapping the route. “What I need to know,” I said, “is whether you still have access to the Harmon files.” She was quiet for a moment. Then, “Yes. I never closed the engagement. Technically, he’s still a client.”