Zander
For one terrible second, I believed Sarah had betrayed me.
The thought arrived before reason could stop it, sharp and immediate, and I hated myself for it almost as soon as it entered my head. Sarah had worked beside me for years. She had protected my identity when exposure would have sold newspapers, stayed through deals that nearly destroyed the company, and covered for me every time Zane Preston needed to disappear so Zander could have something resembling a private life. She knew where I lived, where Papa lived, how much Gina mattered to me, and nearly every weakness I had spent years hiding from the rest of the world.
Which was exactly why her badge showing up at Gina’s apartment scared the hell out of me.
“Say that again,” I told Michael.
He stood near Gina’s bedroom door
