The doubt.
“He was my father’s best friend,” she says. “He helped us when my dad died. He—”
She stops.
Because now—
Things don’t line up anymore.
The timing.
The knowledge.
The way he showed up.
“He knew,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I say.
Cold.
“He knew.”
Blaze pulls up more files.
Transactions.
Connections.
Routes.
“All of this ties back to him,” Blaze says. “Not just the past. Current activity too.”
That means—
This is still active.
Still moving.
“He let me go to prison,” Tessa says.
That hits harder than anything.
“He knew I didn’t do it—and he let it happen.”
I step closer.
“Tessa—”
“No,” she shakes her head. “He didn’t just let it happen. He used it.”
Yeah.
That’s the part that breaks people.
“We take him down,”Trigger says.
Simple.
