The motel room, once a safe place, now felt like a prison.

Andrew.

Jason could hardly say the name. His lips curled around it like it was poison. He felt sick with anger. His own brother had helped cover up the truth helped silence Arthur, who was trying to reveal everything about David.

“He knew,” Jason muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. “Andrew knew we were coming. He planned this.”

Leah nodded, her face tense. “It looks that way. His trip to Jersey City, the masked men it was all organized. He’s not scared. He’s involved.”

Jason’s heart burned with betrayal. He thought of all their childhood memories,...