CHAPTER 70.

AND I NEVER LIE, UNCLE CARLOS

Carlos stood by the tall window of his house, the city lights sprawled out below like prey waiting to be hunted. His phone was still warm in his palm, Hemsworth’s stammering voice replaying in his head.

He had expected William to dig into the matter—of course he would—but not this quickly. Sooner or later, William would come straight for him.

Lifting the phone again, Carlos dialed Donovan’s number.

“Answer the call,” he muttered under ...