This time, I believed him.
For three days, he kept his word.
No calls.
No visits.
No lawyers.
Only a single message.
I found more. Martin is missing.
I read it twice before handing my phone to Julian.
His expression darkened.
“My brother doesn’t disappear unless he’s afraid.”
“Afraid of Blake?”
Julian shook his head. “No. Martin never feared consequences. He always believed he could talk his way out of anything.”
“Then what is he afraid of?”
Julian looked toward his study.
“There’s something I haven’t told you.”
A chill ran through me.
He unlocked a drawer and pulled out a folder sealed inside a plastic sleeve.
En el interior había registros bancarios antiguos, correos electrónicos y una fotografía.
La imagen mostraba a Martin de pie fuera de una clínica privada cinco años antes.
A su lado estaba Adrian Cho.
Y junto a Adrian estaba una mujer que reconocí de inmediato.
