forward.
“Daniel Keane.”
“Yes.”
“Did he ever work for Whitmore Infrastructure?”
The tray shifted slightly in her hands.
It was almost imperceptible.
But the answer was there before she spoke.
“Yes.”
Adrian felt something tighten in his chest.
“What did he do?”
Marissa looked toward the closed study door.
“He was a project engineer.”
“For how long?”
“Almost six years.”
Adrian stared at her.
Whitmore Infrastructure employed thousands of people through regional offices and subsidiary companies. Adrian did not personally know every engineer.
But six years was not insignificant.
And Daniel Keane’s name had been discussed in Adrian’s parents’ library.
“Which division?”
“Municipal projects.”
“Boston?”
“Mostly.”
She paused.
“He worked on the Rivergate project during his last year.”
That was when Adrian stopped breathing normally.
The Rivergate project.
He remembered it.
Everyone at Whitmore Infrastructure did.
Four years earlier, the company had been involved in a massive redevelopment of an
