“Never better,” he muttered.

The door was closed after the agents left and I looked over at Rob, taking a deep breath.

“So, you haven’t killed us yet,” I said. “Why?”

“That is a very good question, young lady,” Rob said and leaned back against his desk.

“I would say it’s because I’m your daughter, but it turns out I’m not,” I said. “What sort of sick bastard are you?”

“It’s in the blood,” Rob said. “You’ve always been a little crazy, haven’t you?”

“Daisy,” Eli grunted when I stepped forward. “Don’t.”

“I should kill you,” Rob said. His eyes flickered to Eli. “Both of you. You’re just like your...