"But she also earns income from podcast platforms. Spotify, Apple, P*****n. Significant amounts." Arturo handed him a printed copy. "Except there isn't a single podcast under the name Kimberly Carter. I've looked everywhere. Nothing."

Xavier studied the numbers. Podcast revenue wasn't huge, but it was steady. Consistent. The kind of revenue that indicated a loyal audience. "It could be that I'm doing research for podcasters. Checking their episode data."

“Perhaps.” Arturo leaned forward and pointed to the payment traces. “But look at this. Her money goes through intermediary services and obfuscation platforms. She’s going to great lengths to hide who’s really paying her.” He paused. “Either she’s advising someone who needs privacy, or she’s the one who needs it.”

Xavier felt a chill in his stomach. A woman who lived like a ghost in plain sight, who earned money from podcasts she didn't claim, who had the skill and the courage to delve into things people wanted to bury.

"Any news about