Diane's POV

I stare at the man in front of me, frozen in shock. He looks nothing like the polished, confident figure I met at the hotel. Today he's shabbily dressed, cap pulled low, dark shades shielding his eyes - a ghost of the person who slipped me that paper at the hotel lobby.

"Umm..." My mind races, a thousand questions colliding all at once. I thought I'd know exactly what to say but here I am.

"I've been digging into the Miller case," I finally say quietly. " I found some serious discrepancies. You were the investigative journalist airing a lot of the details back then, so I decided...