“Two people on site,” Richard said.

“They threatened to bring in local law enforcement before I pulled out.”

“Copy that,” Michael said.

“Under no circumstances do you stop at the county ER.”

Richard felt something cold and heavy settle behind his ribs as he listened to the low hum of the secure line.

He’d spent six long years on his back porch in the afternoon sun, telling himself his daughter was safe in her fine house in Belle Meade while he trimmed cedars and cut his grass.

He had left her in that house while Ethan built his corporate empire and smiled for the local papers.