Valentina sat in her car outside the county records office, her hands shaking as she stared at the documents spread across her passenger seat. Three hours of digging through public records, and the picture was finally clear.
Connor Reynolds didn't exist before he came back to Riverdale.
Not legally, anyway. No tax returns for the past five years. No property records. No credit history. The expensive suits, the hotel suite, the lawyer fees he'd paid for Duke—all of it came from nowhere.
Or somewhere he didn't want traced.
Her phone buzzed. Connor's name flashed on the screen.
*Dinner tonight? We need to talk about Duke's case.*
She stared at the message, then at the papers. Connor had filed incorporation documents for three shell companies two weeks before Duke's arrest. Right before
