The metal was cold on my skin.

I ran my thumb over the raised eagle’s wing in the middle, thinking about the seven thousand miles I’d put between me and Pine Street over the past eight years.

Had my being away given Richard and Evelyn the space they needed to cut Ethan off?

I looked up as a black sedan pulled up to the curb twenty feet off.

The passenger window slid halfway down, and there was Bradley Collins sitting inside with a thick leather file folder on his lap.