“Like father, like son.” The message burns my vision as I stare at my phone. My mother’s death wasn’t an accident. The realization hits me like a physical blow, making my knees weak. All this time, I’d believed…
“Alex?” Sonia’s voice seems to come from far away. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
In a way, I have. Two ghosts—her mother and mine, their deaths somehow connected by a web of lies that’s stretched across twenty years. And now Sarah’s life hangs in the balance, with Dupont holding all the cards.
“The jet will be ready in twenty minutes, sir,” my security chief reports.
“But there’s something else. We just received word from the Paris police. They found blood in the hotel stairwell. A lot of it.”
Sonia gasps softly beside me. I want to comfort her, but my hands are shaking
