FAZER LOGINSantos called the next morning with news."James Sterling is Covenant. Low-level operative. We confirmed it through wire taps."My chest tightened. "You're sure?""Yes. He reports to Robert Hartley. Handles financial transactions. Money laundering mostly. Small operations. Nothing major yet.""So he lied. When he called me. Said he wasn't involved.""Yes. But here's the interesting part. James doesn't know about you. About his father's connection to your kidnapping. We listened to all his conversations. He's never mentioned it. Never discussed the Ashford case.""How is that possible? Catherine knows. Hartley probably knows.""Compartmentalization. The Covenant keeps information siloed. James handles money. He doesn't need to know operational history. So they don't tell him."Marcus leaned forward. "What does that mean for us?""It means James is vulnerable. He doesn't know the whole truth. If we approach him correctly, we might flip him.""Flip him?" I asked."Get him to cooperate. T
Santos called at six AM. Too early. Never good."We found another son. Different from Lucas."I sat up. Marcus still sleeping beside me. "What?""Gregory Sterling had another child. Illegitimate. Given up for adoption at birth. But Gregory left money for him. Offshore account. Trust fund that activated when the boy turned eighteen.""Who is he?""James Sterling. Twenty-five. Lives in Manhattan. Works in finance.""Why does this matter?""Because James Sterling just made a large donation to a political campaign. Fifty thousand dollars. Same campaign Catherine Cross supports. Governor's race. Republican candidate."My pulse quickened. "That's not coincidence.""No. It's not.""Does James know about Gregory? About his biological father?""We're not sure. The adoption was closed. But the trust fund came with a letter. From Gregory. We're trying to get a copy.""Where does James work?""Whitmore Capital. Hedge fund. High-end clients. Lots of money moving through."Whitmore. Catherine's cur
Santos met us at FBI headquarters. We brought everything from Gregory Sterling's storage unit.Three boxes. Twenty-two years of secrets."You found this in Boston?" Santos asked."His daughter gave it to us. Emma Sterling. She wanted nothing to do with her father's legacy.""Smart woman."We spread everything on the conference table. Photos. Documents. Letters. The journal.Santos called in a forensic team. Analysts. Document specialists. This was evidence in a kidnapping case. Had to be handled properly.But I couldn't wait. Started reading immediately.The journal came first. Gregory Sterling's handwriting. Dates starting six months before my kidnapping.*March 15, 2003: Met with Cross. Discussed the Ashford opportunity. Victor is wealthy but weak. Catherine is vulnerable. Recent widow. Raising daughter alone. Perfect target.**Cross's plan: infiltrate family, gain trust, create opening for acquisition. Timeline: six months.*My hands shook. Acquisition. He called kidnapping me an a
Elena called back the next morning with a correction."I made a mistake. There are two Emma Sterlings. The one in Manhattan works in finance. But Gregory Sterling's daughter is different. Emma Sterling, age thirty, lives in Boston. Works as an artist.""You're sure?""Yes. I mixed up the records. Common name. But I have the right one now. Gregory's daughter moved to Boston ten years ago. Right after he died. She's been there ever since.""Send me her information.""Already did. But Aria, this Emma might not want to talk. She cut ties with the Sterling family years ago. Lives a quiet life. No social media. No public presence.""I'll take my chances."Marcus and I drove to Boston that afternoon. Three hours. Neither of us speaking much.Emma Sterling lived in a small apartment in Somerville. Working-class neighborhood. Nothing like the Upper East Side wealth her father had.I knocked. Waited.The woman who answered was thin. Pale. Paint stains on her hands. She looked exhausted."Emma S
Elena called back two hours later. During the wedding dinner. Small Italian restaurant. Just the six of us.I stepped outside to take it. Marcus followed."I have a name," Elena said. "The man your mother was dating. Robert Mitchell was an alias. His real name was Gregory Sterling."The ground shifted. "Sterling? As in Thomas Sterling?""His brother. Thomas ran the law firm. Gregory was the silent partner. Handled investments. Corporate acquisitions. Very wealthy. Very connected.""Emily's uncle.""Yes. Emily Sterling's uncle. Though she was young when he died. Probably doesn't remember him well."My mind raced. Gregory Sterling. Thomas's brother. Covenant member. Dating my mother."How did they meet?""Social circles. Your parents moved in wealthy Manhattan society. Gregory was part of that world. After your father died, Gregory started showing up. Dinners. Events. Became close to your mother.""Did Victor know?""Yes. Multiple witnesses confirm Gregory attended Ashford family gather
I couldn't let it go.The man my mother was seeing. The unnamed person in her suicide note. He haunted me.Who was he? Why did she mention him? Did he help Victor kidnap me?Marcus found me at three AM reading the note again."You need to sleep. The wedding is tomorrow.""I need to know who this man was.""Santos is investigating.""Santos has a hundred other cases. This is personal to me. I need someone focused. Someone who'll dig deep."Marcus sat beside me. "What are you thinking?""Hiring a private investigator. Someone good. Someone who specializes in cold cases.""Aria, this happened twenty-two years ago. Most PIs won't touch it.""Then I'll find one who will."He took the note from my hands. "Are you sure you want to know? What if this man was just a boyfriend? Nothing to do with the kidnapping? You're building him into a villain because you need someone to blame.""Or he was involved. And Catherine Cross knows it. That's why she included this note. To taunt me. To show she kno
We ran. Burke's body behind us. Blood pooling on concrete.FBI agents converged from all sides. Shouting. Weapons drawn.Marcus pulled me to the car. Shoved me in. Drove fast."Sniper," he said. His hands were shaking on the wheel. "Professional. Long range.""They killed him before he could talk."
Detective Santos called at dawn. Marcus put him on speaker."The Covenant is meeting. Tomorrow night. Eight PM. Westchester property."Everyone gathered around the phone. Still half-asleep but alert."How many members?" Marcus asked."At least thirty. Including Julian Cross."I sat up straighter. T
I woke up to the smell of coffee and voices in the kitchen.For a disoriented moment, I didn't know where I was.Then it came back. Marcus's loft. Safety. Allies.I checked my phone. Twenty-three missed calls from Flynn. Fifteen texts escalating from concerned to angry to threatening.The last one,
I couldn't go back to the penthouse. Not yet. Not with Flynn waiting, expecting explanations I couldn't give without exposing that I knew everything.I sat in my car outside the storage facility. Boxes loaded in the trunk. And realized I had nowhere to go.No friends left after three years of isola







