Later that day, Roman sat in his office, fingers tapping against his desk in a steady rhythm. The weight of everything he’d just uncovered sat heavy in his chest, but he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
If Blair’s parents had been set up…if their deaths were more than just a tragic accident, then the people responsible had no idea what kind of war they had just stepped into.
A knock at the door broke through his thoughts. “Come in.”
Peters walked in, holding a file thick enough to signal bad news. “Blair just went to the restroom. She mentioned you didn’t have anyone in here with you.”
Roman gave a nod, granting him permission to proceed.
“I wanted to let you know. We’ve gathered more information since this morning.”
Roman straightened. “Talk to me.”
Peters shut the door behind
