The name I had not heard in so long. So very long. The name far from my past in the last year. Louis Greystone; my violent ex-partner.
“I believe you were dating Louis and he invited you to the penthouse that night in New York? That was the night of the Penthouse Assignment.”
“Penthouse assignment. Is that what you all call it?” I scowled thinking of the way James had also described it.
Brian ignored my comment entirely.
“My son…” he paused continuing his preparation on how to tell me whatever this was. “Marcus does not usually take a contract in such a public place, multiple kills, especially women, a large needed coverup with such as a fire. But Louis Greystone was there.”
“What does any of that have to do with Louis?” I demanded impatiently.
“Louis Greystone…”
