She wasn’t wrong. Besides his real name, we had little else.
Then it clicked.
His daughter was with us. The one who poisoned her mother. Helped him destabilize us from within. Ran to him when things got rough.
Lacy.
She might know more than she realized, and it was time we found out.
Just as I was about to say it aloud, Darian’s voice rang in my head.
“I know you’re up, big brother. I want Lacy’s interrogation now. I didn’t sleep a damn minute last night. It eats at me that she tried to kill my mother. Killed one of our staff. Ran off like a coward. If I’d known in Rockville, I would’ve left her there to rot.”
I felt his fury through the link. It was rare for Darian to sound like this, raw, furious, and heartbroken.
“I don’t get it,” he continued. “How can my mother still cry for h
