Jace could not stop thinking about the folder. 2009 – Legal Correspondence.

Whatever secrets it held, it was enough to make his skin prickle and his stomach twist. And it had almost been within his reach.

But Victor Crane walked in, and instead of answers, he’d walked out with questions pounding in his chest like fists.

Now, hours later, he sat on the edge of a leather couch in the lounge Elias had sent him to. The space was all rich wood, dim lighting, and understated luxury. The ...