"And me?" Marcus demanded. "Was I just business too?"
Logan's expression softened slightly. "You were always going to be a problem, Marcus. Too smart, too curious, too much like your mother." He paused. "I did care about you, but you were in the way of what needed to happen. Apex Holdings should have been mine, would have been mine if your grandfather hadn't been such a traditionalist about bloodlines."
"So you decided to kill Owen's only child," Matt said. "And then poison Owen himself."
"The poison was a kindness," Logan said calmly. "Quick, relatively painless, much better than what I could have done." His eyes locked on Marcus. "And you... the accidents were supposed to be clean, no suffering, just gone."
Marcus's finger found the trigger of his Glock, the weight of it felt different now, felt like possibility.
"Marcus," Ryan said quietly, sensing Marcus's intention. "Not yet."
