The secretary opened a red folder stamped Confidential. Inside were bank records, emails, and a note in Katie Carpenter’s hand: Get the boy.

He is the only male heir. Do not let Alistair know until we have full custody.

The paper slipped from his fingers.

His mother had known about Sawyer for ten years, and had tried to take him from the woman who raised him. After the accident, she’d paid a hundred and twenty million dollars to the building company, to city officials, and to two reporters, and the death had been scrubbed from the records so the government wouldn’t shut down the new hospital wing.

That night, Alistair drove to the family estate to face her.

“Did you send men to kidnap my son?” he asked, his voice cold.