He did. Not everything—he couldn’t—but small, jagged truths fell out of him like currency: federal sweep, private security, buyers overreaching, a deal that had almost gone sideways. The worst part was that sometimes the men on the other side had badges and bank accounts; the better part was that he’d turned their greed into ammunition. He’d been detained to keep his cover. He’d been moved, watched, and for a moment had almost been used as a showpiece—a proof that their power could take him. But the plan had worked in ways he hadn’t expected; he’d come back with more leverage than anyone had guessed.
“And Tyler?” I asked. “Is he—”
“He’s been helping,” Dominic said. “A lot of people surprised us. But we didn’t expect the van trick—someone sold our image to a company with more teeth than w
