Chapter Six
Sebastian
“Iknow who killed your parents.”
I can’t hear anything over the pounding of my heart and the blood rushing through my ears.
I know who killed your parents.
I know who killed your parents.
The words repeat over and over in my head.
Ice fills my veins, flooding my system so fast it’s a wonder my heart keeps beating in my chest.
“What did you say?” I don’t recognise my own voice. The girl—Grace—winces slightly at my words. A knowing sadness is in her big blue eyes, trying to reach out to me, but it can’t penetrate the ice surrounding me.
My feet move towards her, and uncertainty flashes across her face, but in this moment, I don’t care.
The police told us it was a robbery gone wrong, but my father was more than shipping tycoon, Colton Reed. When you run one of the biggest illegal shipping operations in the Pacific, enemies come with the territory. From arms trafficking to illicit drugs, he was in bed with a lot of bad men.
Men you don’t want to fuck with.
But he was ruthless in his business, and he did it well.
And that gave him power.
I never believed their murder was random, no matter what the report said.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“I know who—”
“Tell me what you know!”
I didn’t want to hear the reference to my parents again. Not from her. Not unless it’s the answer I want.
Her throat works as she swallows, and I’m drawn to the movement.
“I’ll tell you what I know, but…” She lifts her chin, determination burning in her eyes. “I want something in return.”
What the fuck.
Who does she think she is?
I can see the fury in Easton’s eyes, his grip on her unyielding.
“What makes you think you can make any demands?”I ask, barely managing to suppress the snarl from my words and lean even closer. She swallows again, her resolve wavering ever so slightly.
“I’m the only one who can give you the information you want so badly. If you won’t help me, if you call the police… I swear I’ll take what I know to my grave, and you’ll never find the answers you need.” She pushes her lips together as if she’s already preparing to seal the words away before I can get to them.
My jaw clenches so hard I swear I hear my molars crack at the thought of losing what could be my only chance at finding the bastard who murdered my parents. We’ve been searching for eight months already and nothing. Nobody knows anything, and if they do, they aren’t fucking talking.
Could she be lying?
Maybe she was involved.
Dread settles over me at the thought.