I couldn't stop thinking about the message.
YOUR FATHER WASN'T TRYING TO TAKE SOMETHING.
HE WAS TRYING TO RETURN IT.
I read it again.
Then again.
Nothing about it made sense.
My father had disappeared from my life years ago, leaving behind questions I had spent most of my life learning not to ask.
Now I was discovering that eighteen years ago, he had been involved with the Romano family in ways I'd never known.
He had entered Romano Enterprises late at night.
He had met Elliot Hayes.
He had returned to the building after everyone thought the meeting was over.
And now someone was telling me he had been trying to return something.
But what?
I looked down at the photograph in my hand.
HE GAVE IT BACK.
Those three words were written on the back.
I turned the photograph over aga
