The revelation about his sister added a new layer to Alex. This wasn't just about a soured friendship; it was about bringing justice to a ghost that haunted Alex's every move. "What was your sister's name," I asked softly.
He paused, then murmured, "Kira."
I hesitated for a second, then asked, "Do you think the club’s financial situation and Hartwell are somehow tied together?"
Alex shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. But I won't rest until I do."
I nodded in understanding. None of this made me any less angry with Alex for whatever he was trying to pull over my eyes, but I was human and felt his pain. I turned to leave, my mind racing with the implications of what I'd just learned. As I stepped into the hallway, he called out, "Thank you for giving a shit."
The shadows of the night had re
