Every carefully worded line reinforced the same conclusion.
A tragic accident. A vehicle that lost control. Two people killed on impact. No foul play. No one to blame.
Nothing that would give two grieving children a reason to ask questions.
Nothing that would make them wonder whether their parents might have survived.
And absolutely nothing that could ever lead them back to Cassandra Volkov.
Damien lowered the report and closed the folder, his expression turning dangerously cold.
Viktor hadn’t simply covered up Cassandra’s involvement. He had created different versions of the same tragedy for different people, giving each of them exactly enough information to keep them from looking any deeper.
“But I honestly don’t believe he knew who those people were.”
Ken’s voice drew Damien’s a
