Graham pressed the barrel beneath my chin.
“Drop it.”
Daniel did.
Ben lowered the flare gun.
Evelyn clutched her bleeding arm.
“You sold us out,” she said.
Graham smiled.
“I sold everyone out. That’s why I’m still alive.”
Samuel emerged from the trees behind him.
Up close, he looked less like the man from my childhood and more like a carefully preserved ghost.
He studied my face.
“Laura’s eyes,” he said.
I wanted to spit at him.
“You murdered her.”
“She betrayed me.”
“She tried to stop you.”
“She lacked vision.”
He touched my cheek.
I recoiled.
“You belong to me, Claire.”
“No.”
“Your genetic inheritance is remarkable. Your mother was resistant longer than any subject except Rosie.”
“She died.”
“Because Richard interfered before I could complete treatment.”
A strange calm settled over me.
Men like Samuel survived because everyone around them reacted to their madness.
Rosie did not react.
She observed.
She planned.
She hid keys inside broken promises.
I looked at Graham.
“You’ve been taking payments from Richard for seventeen years.”
He smirked.
“Among others.”
“Then you know where his money is.”
“What?”
“Rosie found the accounts.”
His expression flickered.
“She copied everything,” I continued. “Payments to you. Offshore transfers. Property deeds.”
Samuel looked at him.
Graham’s grip tightened.
“You’re lying.”
“Am I? Why do you think she married a forensic accountant?”
Ben understood immediately.
He lifted his chin.
“The files automatically transferred to federal investigators this morning.”
That part was almost certainly false.
Graham looked at Samuel.
Samuel’s face changed.
Just slightly.
Suspicion.
It was enough.
“You said the girl had no proof,” Graham snapped.
“She doesn’t.”
“Her husband just said—”
“He is buying time.”
“And you’re willing to risk my life on that?”
Samuel’s voice sharpened. “Keep the weapon on Claire.”
Evelyn stepped forward.
“Graham, Samuel will kill you when this is over.”
“He’s had seventeen years.”
“Because I held evidence. Now Rosie has it. He no longer needs you.”
Samuel reached inside his coat.
Graham turned.
The gun beneath my chin shifted.
I dropped.
Samuel fired.
The bullet struck Graham in the chest.
Daniel dove for his weapon.
Ben fired the flare gun into Samuel’s coat.
Flame erupted across his shoulder.
He screamed and stumbled backward.
