with trust yet.
With fear that I might vanish too.
So I remained where she could see me.
Marco leaned against the wall beside me, arms crossed.
“You knew their father,” he said.
“I think so.”
“You think so?”
“It was years ago.”
Marco waited.
I looked through the glass. Owen was showing Officer Daniels how Captain’s left ear folded over differently than the right. Lily was lining up cracker pieces on a napkin, counting them under her breath.
“Evan Bennett came to me six years ago,” I said. “He was an analyst at a private firm. He found irregularities in a set of accounts connected to one of my acquisitions.”
Marco’s brows drew together. “Fraud?”
“Something like that. He could have used it for leverage. A lot of people would have. Instead, he came straight to me with documents and said, ‘You don’t know me, and you don’t owe
