It was late at night when Cole and Zafira arrived back at Markus Santana's slum house.

"Wait here," Zafira said.

She left Cole's car and carefully stepped over the front yard litter. She climbed the sagging porch and knocked on Markus' door. He cracked open the door slowly, then opened it fully.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked brazenly.

"Here," Zafira said, handing him the unmarked envelope.

Markus opened the envelope and read the letter. "What the hell is this? There's no way my brother would write something like this! He would never confess to everything he has done."

"You don't have to believe it," Zafira...