Old Mr. Sinclair never finished the sentence. Rage stole the rest of his breath; his face went ashen and he collapsed before anyone could catch him.
“Grandfather!”
The three brothers cried out together.
Marcus Sinclair’s decision was instant. “Nathan, stay with him. Derek and I will find her.”
He gave Nathan no time to argue. He simply seized Derek’s arm and pulled him toward the door.
Halfway there, a face flashed through Derek’s mind.
Could it be her?
He forced the emotion down. “Brother… I think Vivian might be involved. I’m going to her place.”
Marcus didn’t argue. He only told Derek to be careful, then took men and raced after the trail of the black car.
He had suspected Vivian for some time. Yet she had left the Sinclair family months ago. Where would she find the money to h
