older were spread out before her-spreadsheets, documents, and scanned notes. Names she reco

zo De

ust been investigating Lorenzo-he had b

ial reports. Police statements that had mysteriously never seen the light of day. There were receipts of off

roof. The kind that could bring the De L

as she skimmed through an old email

The De Lucas own more than just the streets-they own t

ran down

her hair. What had her father uncovered that made h

y come fo

but she shoved it down. Fear wouldn't bring her

g them? Tha

ilities raced through her mind. She needed to do som

hone vibrated against the desk, the s

ia's name. But the second her eyes lan

WN NU

ng around the device. Then, swa

el

silence

't know when to

ooth, deep, edge

zo De

ghtened on the

nd your own damn business," she shot

ness the moment you started digging

er apartment. "Oh, it concerns me," she said coldly. "My fat

ay, but when he spoke again,

where you tr

efused to let him hear her fear. "Then maybe you sh

softer, but no

your last

ne wen

y, staring at her ph

she had fou

s calling he

getting

whil

ned back in his chair. The dim glow from his desk lamp cast sharp shado

ood with his arms crossed

s," Marco said.

his time-rivals, law enforcement, traitors-but Elena Vasquez wa

, more to himself than to Marco. "

, his tone unreadable.

ing lightly against the edge of his de

be the easy choice. But ea

yes. But not unstoppable. If he played this right, he cou

unting me," Lorenzo mused, a

e... I've already s

ere was a flicker of somet

ssed a line.

ot, she had put herself in the middle

he wasn'

't make it