When he saw his parents, gaunt, hollow-eyed shadows of themselves, he collapsed to his knees before them.
"Dad, Mom... what happened to you?"
Harrison whipped around, his eyes locking onto me with a gaze sharp enough to draw blood. "Maisie! What in God's name did you do?"
I ignored his rage, just nodded to my bodyguard. Moments later, a private investigator strode in. The detective slammed a thick stack of documents onto the table, right in front of Harrison.
"Harrison Ford, twelve years ago, you owed the Black Serpent gang 300,000 in gambling debts," he said, his voice slicing through the silent living room, "to repay them, you agreed to deliver your own sister to an abandoned factory. Your debt would be wiped clean. That was the deal."
I watched the color leach from Harrison's face
