KILLIAN'S POV.
I hadn't been in my hotel room for more than fifteen minutes before my phone rang.
Oliver.
I answered and immediately added Ryder to the call.
The moment he picked up, his voice came through.
"Should I be worried?"
"No."
"So this isn't another emergency?"
"No."
"Then why am I here?"
I ignored him.
"Oliver?"
"I'm here."
"Did you find anything?"
A short silence followed.
"No."
I sighed.
"I didn't think you would," he said. Then he cleared his throat.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead," I said.
"Why are we suddenly digging into what happened to your Aunt Lydia?"
I leaned back in my chair.
Oliver continued.
"That happened forever ago, Killian."
"No one talks about it anymore."
"The people who knew anything are either dead or refuse to speak."
"So why
