Damian's POV
I stared at the name on Reeves's phone.
Gabriel Moretti.
Victor's brother.
The man whose death, whose supposed death had been the foundation of Victor's entire grievance. The origin point of everything. The brother who had died in a deal gone wrong, whose loss had apparently driven Victor to spend three years dismantling my life in pursuit of justice.
Except Gabriel Moretti was alive.
I handed the phone back to Reeves.
The laundry room was very quiet. Rosa was watching me. Lena was watching me. Reeves was watching me with the expression of a man waiting to see which version of a reaction was coming.
I gave them none of it.
"Give us a moment," I said to Rosa.
She left without argument.
The three of us stood in the laundry room with the folded sheets and the hum of th
