“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because my father found me first.”
Christopher’s voice cracked for the first time.
“He threatened everyone I cared about. Ryan disappeared. I was forced back into the company.”
“You became part of it.”
“Yes.”
Anger burned through me.
“You became a billionaire.”
“Yes.”
“Using dirty money.”
“At first.”
I looked at him with disgust.
Christopher didn’t defend himself.
“I spent years separating the legitimate companies from my father’s criminal operations. After he died, I turned evidence over to prosecutors.”
“Why wasn’t this public?”
“Deals. Immunity agreements. Sealed investigations.”
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.
