[Caleb's POV]

"Why does Marco want my mother?"

Elena stood by the kitchen table, her fingers digging into the worn wood until her knuckles turned white.

She didn't look like a woman who had just been thrown out into a storm. She looked like a predator waiting for a scent.

"The Boss doesn't know," I said. It was the only answer I had. "Neither do I. That is exactly what is driving him insane."

She took a slow, measured breath, trying to steady the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. I ...