In an instant, fear washed over Old Brown's face.

Ethan towered over him, his hand firmly gripping Old Brown's arm, eyes sharp as if they could pierce through every hidden secret.

Old Brown's face went pale, almost ghostly.

Ethan shoved him into the chair with force, his voice cold and steady, "Talk."

Old Brown's hands shook, his lips quivered, "The things I said earlier—they weren’t mine. My daughter-in-law told me about it. She knows ...