“You know that’s dangerous territory,” Detective Harris finally said. “Last time I got close to something bigger, they pulled me off the case. Powerful people were involved. Your lawyer, for example.”
Nathan felt a chill slide down his spine.
“Victor?” he rasped. “Victor Harlow?”
“He’s the one who pushed to close it,” Harris said. “He made a deal with the mechanic—Mike Darden. After that, both of them conveniently disappeared. I couldn’t go any further.”
The line went quiet again. Nathan glanced in the rearview mirror. Aiden was asleep in the back seat, curled up next to Ranger.
Nathan reached back and gently brushed the boy’s messy hair aside.
A kid with ripped clothes and empty pockets had just opened a door that never should’ve been locked.
The next morning, after dropping Aiden at his mother’s small apartment so he could rest, Nathan drove straight to Victor Harlow’s mansion without warning. The guards opened the gate immediately—no one imagined what was coming.
Victor was in his study, reading the paper, when Nathan walked in. The lawyer flashed a perfectly practiced smile.
“Nathan. What a surprise.”