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She’s not going to like that one bit.
Kasey swallows, and her hands—which have been in tight fists since walking in here—go limp at her side.
“Okay,” she whispers.
Okay?
Okay?
She’s giving me exactly what I wanted—her full submission without resistance.
So,whyam I still so angry?
I leave, slamming the door behind me.
My brothers are already in my office by the time I get there.
“Who was that?” Damon asks from where he stands by the window. “Because it wasn’t Kasey.”
“New and improved,” I say, closing the door and locking it behind me, though I’m certain she won’t leave her room.
“More like a shell,” he says.
Her expression, so hopeless and cold, is a fixed image in my brain.
“What did you do to her?” James asks.
I sit behind my desk. “I showed her what happens to traitors of this family.”
“How did you even find her?” Damon points between him and James. “And why didn’t you tell us?”
Digging into my pocket, I toss the note onto my desk. James takes it, and Damon steps up behind him to read it.
Kasey Miller.
522 Fireside Street, Apt. D
Payson, AZ.
She developed software to get you what you need.
And if the note itself wasn’t strange enough, it’s printed on the most peculiar paper. It has a swirling cream, gray, and red pattern and a smooth but slightly raised texture.
“It was on my windshield when I left the Amatos last night,” I tell them.
“This is problematic,” James says, and he’s right.
The note presents a lot of issues in itself.
First, someone knows there’s a list to be recovered, and they must have an interest in its recovery to give us this tip. They also knew where Kasey was, which means they were either watching her or stumbled across her.
Neither is reassuring.
If this were simply someone wanting to help the family, they would’ve revealed who they were.
But they didn’t—which means they have their own motives.
Who would know about the listandwhere Kasey’s been, and why only reveal it now?
