The union safehouse, a fortress of cracked plaster and boarded windows in the factory district, buzzed with urgency as Lena Hart—Eleanor Whitmore—clutched the latest note, its inverted Whitmore crest a mocking shadow of her father’s legacy. The words—Midnight, the pier. Come alone, or the witness pays. —V.—burned in her mind, a direct threat to Margaret Davies, whose testimony and Charles Whitmore’s notebook had rocked Vivian’s lawsuit in court. The ...