“That’s not rumor. That’s public information, as we both know.”
“Of course,” he replied. “But your conclusions are… ambitious.”
Wyatt’s jaw ticked.
“Ambitious,” Letty scoffed. “You always did have trouble with data you couldn’t manipulate.”
Cal chuckled. “Zing, one for the Doc.”
That made Wyatt smile as he held his posture until they got inside to the guest conference room.
Will grabbed a seat. “You’re drawing lines between dock permits and financial advisory firms.” He glanced around. “It’s… creative.”
“You were here the morning of the training drill,” she said.
He didn’t blink. “Yes.”
“You told people you were in Charleston.”
“I was.” He grinned. “I checked in early. Left. You know how conferences are.”
“Convenient, if we believe him,” Cal said.
Wyatt kept his face still, not wanting to give away his earpiece.
Letty nodded. “You met with Driscoll.”
Will tilted his head. “Driscoll?”
“You don’t know him?”
“Should I?”
Wyatt crossed his arms, staring down at him from his standing position. “You were photographed together.”
“Am I under surveillance now?” Will asked with a furrowed brow.
Letty didn’t take her eyes off him. “You were near the Palmetto Royale before the fire.”
“It’s a marina.” He paused. “Boats are common.”
She held his gaze. “You consult for Bayfront Risk Advisory.”
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Which is financially tied to Hargrove.”
“And?”
“And the Palmetto Royale is tied to Hargrove.”
“And?”
Wyatt almost admired the composure as Will folded his hands loosely in front of him. “You’re building a narrative,” he said gently. “But correlation isn’t causation.”
Letty leaned back in the chair she took across the table. “The dock permit had your name on it.”
Will scoffed. “And you believe I orchestrated a fire because I understand marine infrastructure?”
