At 6 a.m., Manhollow City outside the window had faded into a cold gray-blue. Leon leaned against the headboard, laptop on his lap, fingers gliding over the trackpad. I lay beside him, my thigh still pressed against his.
"Regarding your mother's case back then, the key evidence was an internal transfer record," he said as if reading a financial statement. "It showed that during the merger deal, 300 million dollars were routed through three offshore accounts."
I opened my eyes.
"That merger deal was the same one discussed in tonight's all-night meeting. She realized something was wrong, she tried to block the signing, so someone had to take her out first," Leon paused, then kept scrolling. "The original lead on that deal was—"
"Your father."
"My father's been dead for three years. But
