"You're dead," Sarah whispered, staring at her father. "Twelve years..."
Robert Walsh approached cautiously, lowering his rifle. "I had to disappear. For your safety."
Diego struggled to his feet, eyeing the newcomer warily. "Robert?"
"Hello, Diego," Robert nodded. "You've grown up."
Sarah's mind reeled. Her father—alive. The man who'd taught her about justice, whose supposed criminal activities had driven her to become a prosecutor, stood before her like a ghost made flesh.
"Why now?" she demanded, voice cracking. "Why show yourself after all this time?"
"Because Blackwood found me three months ago," Robert explained, glancing at the lifeless body. "Used me to track down the rest of the evidence. When I heard you'd married Diego..." He smiled faintly. "Well, I knew it was time to come home."
A groan from the helicopter wreckage interrupted their reunion. Antonio emerged, limping but alive. "We need to move," he warned. "That crash will bring every law enforcement agency within fifty m
