“Yes.”
“And the body?”
“Someone else.”
I covered my mouth.
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I was a kid trapped inside my father’s world.”
“You were twenty-three.”
“Yes. And terrified.”
I looked again at the photograph.
“What happened after this?”
“Ryan worked with federal investigators.”
My heart pounded.
“He was a witness?”
“Yes.”
“Where is he?”
Christopher said nothing.
“Where is my brother?”
“I don’t know.”
I leaned closer.
“You’re lying.”
“I wish I were.”
He took a breath.
“In 2014, Ryan vanished from witness protection.”
My knees weakened.
“What?”
“No one knew whether he ran or was taken.”
“And the locket?”
Christopher touched it.
“He gave it to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I helped him escape my father.”
The room became silent.
I stared at Christopher Bennett, the arrogant billionaire I had been bathing and feeding for weeks.
“You saved him?”
“He saved me first.”
