Mr. Whital shifted his gaze to Marisa, staring for a moment before he answered.<strong>"She is aware I have enemies."  </strong>The crash of thunder shook the entire room, as it faded, Mr. Whital glanced among the runners.<strong>"Any other questions?"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Trilogy</div><div class="spoiler_body">There was a great deal of information on Marcus Whital, too much to be useful.  His corporation, HiRes Industries, was struggling.  It had posted losses for the last nine quarters.  He had been married at twenty-eight, divorced two years later.  His wife now lived somewhere in Europe.  He regularly attended public events, and was well known for his charitable donations.  <br/><br/>His daughter was an entirely different case.  There was a name, Sara Whital, and a few pictures of her with Marcus, but virtually no other information.  </div></div>