“You set me up,” Glenn said.

“You dragged me onto this base just so you could ambush me.”

For the first time in his life, he saw exactly what I’d built while he was living in our father’s house.

None of it had ever been a game.

“Hands behind your back,” Hayes said.

Glenn’s smirk fell away, and he backed off from the cell bars as the federal agents put him in handcuffs.

Agent Hayes guided my brother by the elbow down the corridor.