"Our father was murdered." The words hung in the air like smoke. Eli stood in the middle of the motel room, the autopsy report spread across the bed, his hands shaking. Adrian sat in the corner, watching him with those dark, knowing eyes. Cove stood by the door, arms crossed, jaw tight. "We don't know that," Cove said. "We do." Eli pointed at the papers. "Look at this. Heart attack. No prior history. No warning signs. He was forty two years old. Healthy. Active. And then one day he just drops dead?" "People die young. It happens." "Not like this." Eli picked up the report. "The coroner noted traces of an unknown substance in his blood. They couldn't identify it. They ruled it a heart attack because they didn't know what else to call it." Adrian leaned forward. "It was poison. A rare compound. Designed to mimic heart failure." Cove turned on him. "How do you know that?" "Because I've seen it before. Victor Voss used it on anyone who got too close. Including my mother." "That's
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