“Permission for what?”
Then Blake grabbed her phone.
“Evelyn, don’t play games. Your father used your name to reassure a few nervous people. Families help each other.”
“How exactly did he use my name?”
“You know how business works.”
“I know how evidence works.”
His breathing changed.
I ended the call and walked directly to the office of White House Counsel. I reported a potential misuse of my title, disclosed every request my father had made, and surrendered the messages he had sent over the previous year. Counsel contacted the appropriate inspectors and ethics officials. Because federal grant claims might be involved, the matter was referred outside the White House.
At 6:30 the next morning, a courier delivered a box from the Halcyon Hotel. Inside were discarded event programs, investor packets, and one champagne-stained brochure found beneath a table.
On the cover: