He had no idea that grief was the most dangerous fuel on earth.
I opened a secure, untraceable communication channel and typed a single message to an offshore server.
Marcus, it’s time.
Marcus Thorne was the most ruthless corporate litigator in the country. He was also a man who owed his career, and his life, to a favor my father had done for him twenty years ago. When the twins died, I didn't call the police. The local chief of police was a frequent guest on Victor's yacht. Instead, I called Marcus.
I have the funeral footage, I typed. And I have the smartwatch audio. Have the financial forensic team finished tracing Chloe’s offshore accounts?