And then I reached into my breast pocket and pulled out the flash drive with the information Alex had retrieved. The proof I said I would get in exchange for the information on Winter’s father Rika got for me. She looked at me, realization crossing her eyes and all the anger leaving her face as she took it from my hand. Getting off her, I sat down next to her. “There’s more coming. Gimme a few days.” “It’s bad?” she asked, turning her head to look at me. “It’s exactly what I told you last year,” I said. “I told you I don’t lie. Evans Crist—and my father—had yours killed.”
