“And Sebastian’s family?

The child his wife lost?”

“Collateral,” he said, and the ease of it made my hands want to become fists.

I did not let them.

Every part of me wanted to cross that space and make him feel one ounce of what he had cost, and I stood exactly where I was, because we needed his voice on a recording far more than I needed the satisfaction.

“I want a deal,” I said.