With Herbert dead—a beautiful thing that was—Zane's only choice to get answers to what possibly happened five years ago was Antonio.
It was an ugly truth, but it was truth nonetheless, and one he could not afford to ignore.
Luckily, they had been able to establish a connection between the two monsters before everything had gone kaboom, and now, if the fates were on his side, that connection would prove useful again. He hoped it would.
His father had no other associates who would be of any use. Whoever had been involved had either been caught and terrorized by the government, or—when proven clean—had washed their hands of anything connected to the Whitmans.
It didn't matter that he was nothing like his father.
He sighed, impatience weighing on his chest, checking his phone for the umpteenth time. What was taking Shawn so long?
