Noah's POV
I couldn't see the man's face. Just his shape in the doorway, backlit by emergency light. My grandfather stepped in front of me before I could stop him, folder still clutched to his chest.
"You shouldn't be here," Richard said.
"You shouldn't have kept that file." The man's tone was almost pleasant. "I told you to destroy it eight years ago."
"Who is he," I said, low.
Richard didn't answer. His silence told me enough.
"Give me the folder," the man said. "Then we go back to pretending this never happened."
"No," I said, stepping up beside my grandfather. "I'm done pretending."
The man lunged, not for me, for Richard, for the folder. Richard twisted away faster than I expected from a man his age.
It wasn't enough.
The intruder's hand closed on the folder. Richard, refusi
