Page 99 of Capturing You

The thought was so distasteful that Forbes sipped his water, wishing he could wash away the flavor.

The next page of cryptic notes made no sense.

What were you up to, Dad?

More importantly, why?

Between what he’d earned and what he’d inherited, Dad had been worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Had it really not been enough?

Was the money more important than his family?

Beside him, Brooklynn made a lowhmm. “I wonder if he was trying to extricate himself.”

He snapped his gaze to her. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe he wanted out. Maybe he was threatening to turn over everything he knew if The Network didn’t let him go. And maybe…maybe that’s why they killed him. Maybe they killed Grace and Rosie to make examples of them so nobody else would try to get out.”

Forbes thought back to that terrible day, to the moment before Dad was shot. “The Network trusted you. You betrayed us.”

“That’s a good theory.” His heart was thumping. For the first time in the weeks since he’d arrived, he had real leads. And a possible explanation for what’d happened that day. Maybe the initials and the names they’d put with them would lead to something.

There was only one thing Forbes wanted, one thing he’d lived for since he was eight years old.

Justice.

* * *

Forbes was backon his father’s side of the desk, researching the names he and Brooklynn had come up with. He’d been at it for forty-five minutes but hadn’t found anything illuminating when her cell phone rang.

She looked at the screen, said, “It’s Alyssa,” then answered. “Hey, sis.” After listening for a minute or so, she reached for Forbes’s notebook, glancing at him for permission.

He slid it toward her, and she jotted something down.

“Perfect.” She listened for another few seconds. “You’re the best. Seriously. I’ll get back to you.”

She ended the call and looked at him, her expression bright. “Shane Dawson has a nephew named Bryce.”

“How do you know that?” He had a good idea what her answer would be, and frustration vibrated in his chest.

“Alyssa. I told you, she’s brilliant. She can find anything on?—”

“You had no right to ask her.”

Brooklynn’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Did you find that information on your own?”

“No, but?—”

“It took her about ten minutes. Even the Lone Ranger had Tonto.”

He’d heard of the Lone Ranger, but who was Tonto?

She must’ve read his confusion. “His sidekick. Like Robin to Batman.”

“Your sister is not my sidekick.”

“You’re right. And neither am I. We’re both capable of things you obviously aren’t, so stop being so stubborn about it and accept help.” Her phone dinged with an incoming text, and she glanced at it. “Unless you don’t want to see this.”

“What is it?”