That was Amelia’s first thought when she entered the protected interview room at Las Vegas Metropolitan Police headquarters.

Her second thought was that she wanted to hit him.

Her third was that she wanted to throw her arms around him.

She did both.

The slap cracked across his cheek.

Ethan accepted it without moving.

Then Amelia hugged him so hard he gasped.

“You’re alive.”

“I’m sorry.”

She struck his shoulder.

“You’re alive.”

“I know.”

“I buried you!”

“There wasn’t a body.”

“I know that now!”

She pushed him away, crying and furious.

“For three years, Ethan.”

“I was protecting you.”

“No. Don’t give me that.”

“It’s true.”

“You let me think my brother was dead.”

“Because Raymond was watching you.”

“Then you call the police!”

“I did.”

“What happened?”

Ethan gave a bleak laugh.

“Two detectives suddenly knew details I had told only the FBI.”

Dante, standing near the wall, leaned forward.

“Compromised investigators?”

“Voss had people everywhere.”

Ethan finally noticed Dante.

“You’re Castellano.”

“Yes.”

“That’s not good.”

Amelia wiped her face.

“He’s helping us.”

Ethan looked alarmed.

“Why?”

“I’ve been asking the same question.”

Dante ignored the remark.

“What’s in the ledger?”

Ethan’s expression changed.

“Enough to destroy Vantage North.”

“Specifics.”

“Bribes. Extortion payments. Private intelligence contracts. Judges. Corporate espionage. Fraud.”

“And my father?”

Ethan stared at him.

“You know?”

“Know what?”

Ethan hesitated.

Dante stepped closer.

“What happened to Salvatore Castellano?”

Ethan opened the flash drive on a secured laptop.

He navigated through layers of encrypted folders.

“I created the encryption protocol. The original records were disguised inside legitimate transaction logs.”

“Why?”

“Because once I understood what I’d found, I knew whoever owned the records would kill to bury them.”

A database opened.

Names appeared.

Dates.

Amounts.

Organizations.

Ethan searched CASTELLANO, SALVATORE.

One entry appeared.

Dante stopped breathing.

The payment date was three days before his father’s fatal crash.

Recipient: Hollis Automotive Consulting.

Amount: $125,000.

Service description: Mechanical resolution — SC.

Ethan opened another file.

An internal message.

Only six words.

Brake issue resolved. V confirms closure.

Dante stared at the screen.

Amelia touched his arm.

He didn’t seem to notice.

“All these years,” he whispered.

His father had not been an easy man.

Salvatore had been feared, stubborn, sometimes brutal.

Dante had spent half his adulthood trying to become different.

But whatever Salvatore had been, he had been his father.

And somebody had murdered him.

“Why?” Dante asked.

Ethan searched deeper.

There it was.

Salvatore had apparently discovered that Vantage North was laundering funds through construction investments.

He threatened to expose them after Voss attempted to seize a development deal.

Three days later, Salvatore Castellano died.

Dante stepped away from the table.

Amelia knew rage when she saw it.

She had lived beside rage.

But Dante’s anger was unlike Raymond’s.

Raymond exploded because he wanted other people to feel his power.

Dante became quieter.

That frightened her more.

“Dante.”

He looked at her.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Whatever you’re thinking.”

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

“I know your father was murdered.”

“And?”

“And you’re not going to fix it by becoming the kind of man who murdered him.”

His face hardened.

Ethan looked between them.

“Am I missing something?”

“Yes,” Amelia said.

“No,” Dante said simultaneously.

Ethan wisely returned to the laptop.

“There’s something else.”

He searched Ben’s name.

Nothing.

Then Amelia’s.

Several files appeared.

One was dated five years earlier.

A private medical invoice.

Amelia leaned closer.

“That’s the clinic.”

“What clinic?” Dante asked.

She went pale.

Five years earlier, Raymond had insisted they undergo fertility testing after they failed to conceive.

Raymond had blamed Amelia.

The doctor said both appeared healthy.

Months later, during a separation, Amelia became pregnant.

Raymond returned shortly afterward.

She assumed the child was his.

The dates were close enough.

Raymond certainly believed Ben was his.

Until recently.

Ethan opened the attached document.

Results.

Raymond Fletcher: severe male-factor infertility.

Probability of natural conception: extremely low.

Amelia sat back.

“He knew.”

“Probably recently,” Ethan said. “This file was hidden in Voss’s insurance records.”

“Why did Voss have Raymond’s medical information?”

“Because Voss collected leverage on everyone working for him.”

Dante asked, “Who is Ben’s biological father?”

Amelia looked miserable.

“I don’t know.”

Ethan stared at her.

“You do.”

“No.”

“You told me about him.”

“I told you there was someone.”

“You said his name was Daniel.”

“First name only.”

Dante became very still.

Amelia didn’t notice.

She was looking at Ethan.

“It was one night. Raymond and I had been separated for almost two months. I was working at a hotel bar in Milwaukee.”

Dante’s expression had gone blank.

“What hotel?”

Amelia looked at him.

“The Whitmore.”

“What date?”

Her forehead creased.

“Why?”

“What date, Amelia?”

“November eighteenth.”

Dante stared at her.

Five years earlier.

November 18.

Milwaukee.

Whitmore Hotel.