I spilled champagne on the most dangerous man in New York.
He didn't sue me.
He didn't threaten me.
He looked at me with those cold grey eyes and said four words that changed everything.
"I knew your father."
Now I'm sitting across from Alexander Knight listening to him tell me that my father's death wasn't an accident. That the debt crushing my family wasn't bad luck. That everything was engineered by a man who wanted my father silenced permanently.
Alexander wants my father's hidden files.
I want the truth.
We made a deal.
But the night we shook hands, someone broke into my apartment and sent me a photograph of my sleeping sister as a warning.
And I'm starting to realize that the most dangerous thing in my world isn't Alexander Knight.
It's what my father knew.
And what someone will do to make sure it never comes out.
