Ryan had been an electrician.
“He noticed invoices for materials that never arrived. Properties purchased through shell companies. Payments routed offshore.”
Christopher continued.
“He tried reporting it internally.”
“And?”
“My father found out.”
My stomach twisted.
Christopher looked toward the window.
“Ryan was offered a choice. Disappear or die.”
I whispered, “So he disappeared.”
“Yes.”
“And the body?”
“Someone else.”
I covered my mouth.
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I was a kid trapped inside my father’s world.”
“You were twenty-three.”
“Yes. And terrified.”
I looked again at the photograph.
“What happened after this?”
“Ryan worked with federal investigators.”
My heart pounded.
“He was a witness?”
“Yes.”
“Where is he?”
Christopher said nothing.
“Where is my brother?”
“I don’t know.”
I leaned closer.
