"You'll have plenty of time to catch up with your dad in prison."
Sophie’s face was a picture of calm.
She'd done her duty by this so-called brother—no blood ties—twenty years ago.
But now, she needed to know how Isaac had gotten his hands on the powder from The Silent Shadows.
"Does this ring a bell?"
She set the packet of powder down in front of Isaac.
"Haven't you guys figured it all out by now? What more do you want from me?" Isaac shot back, his voice icy. "Yeah, I developed it. So what? I just wanted to make a bit of cash to get by. You all took everything from me—I had to survive somehow, didn’t I?"
"Is it really that cut and dried?"
Sophie smirked and went on, "Where exactly did you get this stuff? Was it from The Silent Shadows' old digs, or somewhere else? If you don’t spill, I’ve got ways to make you talk."
With that, Sophie switched off the surveillance camera in the room.
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The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge is best served cold