CHAPTER 42
BLACK FOUND US there, kneeling on the floor hand-in-hand, staring at the lifeless body of our father. He lay crumpled next to the desk where he fell, his revolver a foot from his outstretched hand. Nate stood at the door, keeping watch, while Black strode over.
“Diamond,” he said, his voice hoarse as he scooped Emmy into his arms.
“Did you hear?”
“Yes.”
“We killed him.”
Black glanced over at the pool of blood spreading out on the Persian rug. “I can see that.”
“He was our—”
He cut her off. “No, he wasn’t. A father would have been there for you growing up. A father would have heard your first words, seen you take your first steps. He’d have driven you to your first day at school and been at your birthday parties. He’d have lectured your teenage boyfriend, and when you pra
