Raven's POV
Reeves left me alone in the basement for what felt like hours. My wrists burned from the rope, and my head throbbed with each heartbeat. The single light bulb swung gently overhead, casting dancing shadows across the concrete floor.
I couldn't wrap my mind around what Sarah had said. My father and Costa's father. Partners. It couldn't be true. Dad sold insurance policies to worried families. He coached my Little League team. He wasn't...he couldn't have been...
The door at the top of the stairs creaked open again. Sarah's footsteps, light and measured, tapped down the wooden steps. This time she carried a file box, which she set on a small table I hadn't noticed before.
"Feeling more talkative now?" she asked, pulling up a chair opposite me.
"Depends on whether you're stil
