I shook my head.
“And your accident?”
Christopher went still.
“What about it?”
“You said it was a car crash.”
“It was.”
“Was it an accident?”
Silence.
That told me enough.
“Christopher.”
“No.”
“Who did it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying again.”
His hand tightened on the chair.
“I know who I suspect.”
“Who?”
He looked directly at me.
“My uncle, Marcus Bennett.”
I remembered the name from his nightmares.
“Why?”
“Because Marcus took control of certain company assets after my accident.”
“Assets connected to your father?”
“Yes.”
I looked at the black folder.
“And Ryan?”
Christopher hesitated.
“I think Marcus knows where he is.”
My heart slammed.
“You think Ryan is alive?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Christopher’s eyes held mine.
