Daniel’s phone receiver slipped from his hand, clattering against the metal counter and dangling by its metal cord. He stood up slowly, his knees shaking, looking at me through the glass with an expression of pure, unadulterated terror.
I stood up, smoothing down my coat, and hung up my receiver.
As the federal agents moved in to handcuff him once more, Daniel lunged toward the glass, his face contorted in a silent scream of desperation. But before the agents could drag him back, the lead investigator turned to me, her face grim.
“Ms. Hayes,” she said, her voice carrying through the open doorway. “We have the evidence against your ex-husband. But you need to come with us immediately. There’s something else we found on his private server… something concerning your father’s final case before his retirement thirty-two years ago.”
I froze, turning slowly to look at my father.
Richard Hayes stood perfectly still in the corner of the room. The calm, sharp gray eyes that had guided me through the worst day of my life were suddenly wide with a rare, suffocating fear.
