Marcus walked out of the FBI building into the cold morning air. It had been eighteen hours since Damien's arrest. Eighteen hours since Victoria's betrayal. Eighteen hours since his world had turned inside out for the second time in one life.
His phone rang. Derek.
Marcus stared at the name on the screen. Derek Ashford—the alcoholic brother-in-law who'd helped him, who'd given him the files that started everything. Was he part of the betrayal too? Had even that been staged?
He answered. "What do you want?"
"Marcus, thank God." Derek's voice was frantic, slurred. "I need help. I'm in trouble. Real trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"I'm at the Golden Palace Casino. I owe them two hundred thousand. They're saying if I don't pay by tonight, they'll—" Derek's voice broke. "They're going t
