“Who?”
“His private physician.”
Russell frowned.
“Dr. Bennett?”
“His credentials were used.”
“Were?”
Margaret enlarged the log.
“From another location.”
A security image appeared.
A woman sat at a computer.
Young.
Blonde.
Elegant.
I recognized her immediately.
“Rebecca?”
Russell’s personal assistant.
She had worked for him for eight years.
She organized his travel.
