The prison visiting room smelled like bleach and old coffee. Christian sat across a metal table, waiting as guards led Matt in, his orange jumpsuit hanging loose on a frame thinner than Christian remembered.“Cousin,” Matt said, sitting down carefully. “This is unexpected.”“We need to talk,” Christian said, no warmth in his voice. “About Marcus Ellison.”Matt’s expression flickered, just slightly, but enough for Christian to notice.“I don’t know that name,” Matt said.“Don’t lie to me,” Christian snapped. “Not now. Someone is threatening my entire family, and evidence suggests you might have given him information about Jessica.”Matt’s shoulders sagged slightly. “I wondered when this conversation would happen.”“So it’s true.”“It’s complicated,” Matt said quietly. “Before my arrest, I was digging into everything about Jessica’s father, trying to find leverage against your marriage. I found old records mentioning debts, mentioning Ellison’s organization.”“And you contacted them,” C
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