Who knew about the broth?
Who knew about my medical decline?
For months, I wanted one clean answer connecting everything.
Investigations rarely work that way.
Instead, evidence arrived like pieces from different rooms.
Some fit.
Some did not.
Some looked important and turned out to mean little.
The discipline was not forcing them together before they belonged.
That discipline eventually changed the way I managed Vanguard too.
Before Saint Vincent, I admired decisive people.
Afterward, I admired people who could say:
“We don’t know yet.”
Dr. Reynolds had said it.
Miriam had said it.
Detective Ortiz had said it.
Each time, I initially heard uncertainty.
Later, I understood it as integrity.
Gregory had always sounded certain.
He knew what was good for me.
He knew what Vanguard needed.
He knew which clients I should pursue.
He knew which employees were loyal.
He knew I worried too much.
Certainty had been one of his favorite tools.
