The Blair mansion was crawling with police, lights flashing and radios crackling. Inside, Mark sat calmly in the living room as if none of the chaos outside could touch him. He had expected this. He was ready.

When Tristan stormed into the room, it was a different scene from the mess he'd encountered earlier. The place had been cleaned up almost too perfectly as if someone were trying to erase the evidence of what had just happened.

Mark looked up as Tristan approached, his face ...