It has finally been settled.
That was the word that her father used, settled. Not finished or erased, just handled in a way that wouldn’t draw attention or raise questions. Sylvie listened as he explained it, sitting on the couch with her hands folded. Ryan was there too, seated on the couch and listening.
Cole explained that the men involved had been identified. Confronted. Stopped. He didn’t go into details, and Sylvie didn’t ask for any.
When he mentioned the name of the man behind everything, it struck a faint chord in her mind.
Lancaster.
She frowned slightly, trying to place it. The name sounded familiar, like something she had heard in passing at a dinner or in a conversation she hadn’t been part of. But she couldn’t remember where or when, and the effort didn’t feel important
