The rain went from bad to worse—a full-on storm now. Water washed the blood from June’s hands, but the cold wind sank into her bones. She stood outside the hospital, clutching the Black Ledger so tight her knuckles hurt. On her left, the hospital where Dante was dying. On her right, a man in a white suit with a gun pressed to her father’s head. He’d just shown her a video of her mother—her mother, the same woman June had spent ten years believing was dead.
“The book, June,” the man in the white suit said. Calm as ice. That made him even scarier. “One book for two lives. It’s a good deal. Hand it over.”
June glanced at the hospital doors. In Dante’s fourth-floor window, she caught a flicker of movement. The killer was inside. If she didn’t act now, Dante was dead. But if she refused the d
