#Chapter 564: One Step

Nathan I leaned back in my chair with a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to stave off the encroaching headache. Spread out on my desk was an array of file folders, legal pads scrawled with notes, and printed transcripts—a minefield of information that would need to be carefully navigated on the day of the upcoming press conference. It had been two weeks since Dan and Montgomery’s bodies were found in the confinement pit, and it had been a dizzying whirlwind of activity since then. Between visits to the coroner’s office and being questioned by police, not to mention navigating the extra emotional damage of the whole ordeal to add to the growing mountain, I had hardly had time to breathe. But thankfully, this weekend, it would finally come to a close after our press conference. This wasn’t going to be like the small, local media briefings we had held in the past on pack affairs and minor conflicts, though. No, this one was going to be broadcast r