“Are you working for the feds?” Carlos’ eyes flick to the side quickly before coming back to Hartley. I don’t know about body language, but I know he is lying, and my heart sinks. I can guarantee Gray is watching from somewhere, reading every reaction. “No.” “Goddamnit, Dad.” Hartley rakes his hand through his hair. “You’re lying to me. How long?” Carlos swallows. “About a year.” His eyes land on me. “I was working with them to help them take down the Bulls.” I could tell by the way he was looking at me, he knows about Aaron. I don’t know how I felt about that. “Did you know?” I ask quietly.
