Beside it was a matching DNA profile flagged to a private, highly secured medical database in New York, and a name attached to the match: Carrington.

Chapter 7 — A Message in a Bottle

I did not know what it meant.

But I knew Dexter had tried to burn it, and in my life, the things people try to burn are the things worth keeping.

In a haze of desperate paranoia, I photographed the charred page and emailed it to a secure, anonymous tip line I found buried on a corporate whistleblower forum.

I threw it into the digital dark like a message in a bottle, expecting nothing, and I had heard nothing back.