Arcturus snorted—not because he disagreed, Maxwell thought, but because he was disgusted by the truth of it.
After another moment, Arcturus turned his attention to Maxwell. “This information comes from you.”
Maxwell straightened his shoulders. “Yes.”
“You didn’t bring it here out of the goodness of your heart. What game are you playing?”
“I’ve a score to settle with Mueller,” Maxwell said. “I want to see him punished for what he’s done, whether or not my hand strikes the blow. And I want my father’s watch back.”
Arcturus watched him closely. “There’s more to it than that.”
Maxwell met his eyes. “There is. But that’s the part that concerns you.” Nothing more or less than the truth.
After a moment, Arcturus nodded acceptance, and Maxwell found himself unable to breathe. Who knew the t
