Marissa continued reluctantly.
“There was pressure to keep the schedule. Daniel thought the supports needed additional testing.”
“Was he right?”
“I’m not an engineer.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
Her eyes met his.
“Yes.”
The single word landed harder than Adrian expected.
Marissa looked away.
“At least, that’s what Daniel believed until the day he died.”
—
That afternoon, Adrian canceled three meetings.
He began searching archived Rivergate records from the company’s internal database.
There were thousands of files.
Engineering reports.
Meeting minutes.
Contractor correspondence.
Insurance reviews.
Schedule revisions.
He searched Daniel Keane’s name.
Three results appeared.
That seemed wrong.
An engineer who had worked on a project of that scale for nearly a year should have appeared dozens, perhaps hundreds of times.
Adrian opened the first document.
A routine personnel assignment.
The second was a payroll authorization.
The third was a termination memorandum.
He read it twice.
Daniel Keane had
