The interrogation room was cold.
Adam sat on the other side of the glass, watching Miller question Silas Kane. The old man looked smaller now—shoulder bandaged, face pale, hands cuffed to the table. His eyes, though, were still sharp. Still calculating.
“You've been hiding for a long time, Silas,” Miller said. “Why come out now?”
“I wasn't hiding. I was waiting.”
“For what?”
“For the right moment.” Silas smiled. It was a thin, bloodless expression. “Danny's dead. Cindy's in prison. Volkov's in prison. The whole house of cards is falling. Someone had to remind Adam that the past doesn't disappear.”
“You sent the ring.”
“I sent the ring.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted him to be afraid. I wanted him to know that he wasn't safe. That no one he loved was safe.”
“That's not revenge. That's
