I leaned closer, dropping my voice. “You said Leo ended your brother’s life.”

His jaw tightened.

“Then help me stop him,” I begged. “For your brother. For yourself.”

He shook his head. “If I go against Leo, I’m dead.”

“You’re already dead,” I said. “You just haven’t buried yourself yet.”

He stared at me for a long time. I saw the war inside him duty against conscience. Fear against shame.

Finally, he mumbled, “You don’t know what you’re ...