Zayne's POV
A moment later. Alan waited for me in the war room, leaning back in his chair, his hands folded over his stomach as though the world wasn’t already collapsing around me.
When I entered, his eyes flicked up. He saw my expression and straightened.
“You know,” I said, with a low voice, “I trusted you.”
“That’s rarely the beginning of a pleasant conversation.”
My jaw clenched so tightly as my hand quelled to a fist.
“Don’t play with me.” I slammed the file box onto the table, the hollow thud echoing. “Three documents tied to my wife’s death are missing.”
Alan’s carefully controlled expression wavered. He stared at me.
“Not gone,” he murmured. “Just…taken.”
“By who?” I asked immediately, almost losing my patience.
He exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I only
