Chapter 101: Is This a Setup?

The coincidence unsettled Mario Walton, too. It felt a little too convenient-just too much of a coincidence. He glanced at Ryder Walton's memorial portrait in the funeral hall and, whether it was a trick of the eye or his nerves playing tricks, he thought the corner of Ryder's mouth twitched. "Ah!" He jerked back a step. Then a faint puff of black smoke rose from the candle, and he finally let out the breath he'd been holding. The smoke was thin. When Mario looked at the portrait, that wisp of...