God, no. Please don’t tell me that was her fate. Not my sweet little sister. My hand clamped over my mouth to hold back the sob clawing its way from the depths of my soul. Oran continued, his voice somber and foreboding. “Caitlin made an error, however. The house where she’d seen the Russian previously wasn’t his. It was Lawrence Wellington’s house. The two were doing business together.” He paused, his eyes lifting to mine. “And before I say any more, I want you to know that I didn’t figure out any of this until much later. It’s taken months to sort through it all and involves so much more than you can imagine. I’ll explain the rest later, but know that I interrogated Caitlin about what had happened after figuring out she was responsible, and I learned that Lawrence’s son had been there th
