Ethan lowered his phone slowly. His mind raced. For days, he had replayed Henry's unfinished warning. "Don't... trust..."
He had convinced himself Henry was talking about Detective Ross. But now… Nothing made sense anymore.
If Henry had known William Ross…If the two men had once worked toward the same truth… Then why would Henry warn him about William's son?
Unless… He hadn't. "Ethan?" Alexander's voice interrupted his thoughts. "You've gone quiet again."
Ethan slipped the phone back into his pocket. "I was wrong." Everyone looked at him. "What do you mean?" Clara asked.
"I think we've been chasing the wrong suspicion." Ross frowned but remained silent. Ethan looked directly at him.
"Henry knew your father." Dr. Graves nodded. "They did." "They trusted each other." Ross stared at Dr.
