Becky's POV
Whittaker's disclosures lingered in my head like a disturbing chant as the trip back to the safehouse blurred. Like a wound that would not heal, Keith had exploited my father—that all he had created had been twisted and perverted by someone he trusted. Inside the car, the air seemed weighty, pushing in on me from all sides.
Leo's palm lingered on mine while he drove, a tiny solace that kept me anchored even as my mind spun. "We're getting close," he continued, his voice calm and encouraging. The knowledge of Whittaker transforms everything. Knowing Keith's behavior now allows us to turn it against him.
I looked at him, appreciative of his composure in the tempest. "But how?" I asked. I questioned, my irritation showing through my voice. Keith has for years buried his tracks.
