OLIVER
“The father is your brother.”
For eight years, Jack has existed as a threat without a body.
Now Roberta has spoken his name as a living man.
“When did you see him?” I ask.
Her attorney leans closer. “Roberta, I advise you not to answer further without a formal agreement.”
“There is no agreement,” Roberta says. Her gaze remains fixed on me. “And if Jack believes I betrayed him, an attorney will not keep me alive.”
Ucker moves away from the window. “Then start with where he is.”
“I don’t know.”
“You know where you met him,” I say.
Roberta lowers one hand from her stomach to the table. “Different hotels. Apartments rented for one night. He chose every location and took my phone before he entered.”
“When did he contact you?”
“Eight months ago.”
The dossier against me was cr
