Chapter 9

Later, I got to watch what my brother did the night he came back down the mountain. He didn't tell me for a week. Then one morning he walked in, dropped an encrypted tablet on my blanket, and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed like a boy waiting for a gold star. "So. I may have had a conversation with your husband." The footage was shaky. Shot on a bodycam. But I knew the room instantly. Kieran's study. Dark green walls, the desk his great-grandfather stole from a French hotel,...