Amelia spent the entire night trying to remember.
Nothing came clearly.
Only fragments.
Rain.
Blood.
A car.
Adrian.
Her father.
And a woman's voice screaming.
She finally fell asleep near dawn.
When she woke, Adrian was sitting in a chair beside her bed.
“You stayed?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you were having nightmares.”
She looked away.
“I still don't trust you.”
“I know.”
“But I want answers.”
“You'll get them.”
He placed a file on the bed.
“This belonged to your father.”
Amelia opened it.
Inside were photographs, bank records, and newspaper articles.
Her father had been investigating a company called Blackstone Holdings.
Adrian explained quietly.
“Your father discovered that someone...