“No, it shouldn’t have.” He presses his lips together.
The little strength I’d gathered to get myself to L.A. drains from my body, and as I crumble into the weakness of helplessness, a wave of panic sweeps over me when I realize that if Eric found me, Robert could find me too.
“If you know the truth, maybe he knows too.”
“Not yet, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before he will.”
That only makes me feel marginally better, and there’s more I need to know. “How did you find me at the cottage?”
“Your father.”
Dad?
“My father sent you to get me?”
“No, Babydoll, that’s not exactly how it went. He knew you weren’t dead and was asking the cops to look into what happened. The people I work for got in touch with him when we realized you were tied up in a mystery we needed your assistance to resolve.”
Assistance?
This is not the way you treat someone you need assistance from. What he means is I’ll be held captive until he gets what he wants from me.
That’s what he means.
And what can I do?
He said it himself that he’s the only person standing between me and death. Translation: he’s probably worse than whoever will come after me.
My heart speeds up, and I clutch my hands together so tight the circulation cuts off.
And Dad knows the truth. I knew he’d be the first to figure it out. I’d bet it all happened exactly as I said it would.
“They didn’t know I had a twin,” I mutter.
“They?”
“Robert and Micah Santa Maria.”
“You know Micah too?”
I nod. “They worked together.”
“I need you to tell me what happened. Everything.”
I think back to that dreadful night when my life plummeted. “I saw Robert kill a man. Micah was there.”
Eric pulls out a little notepad from his jacket. “What was the man’s name?”
“Donny. I don’t have a surname. They mentioned something called the Veil. They were arguing about some kind of tech that wasn’t working. I don’t know if that was the name they gave it. Jake, I mean Robert was going to sell it, and Donny couldn’t fix it. That’s what made Robert mad.”
A flicker of interest sparks in his eyes. “Go on.”
I cast my mind back, and I remember the rest of that conversation, I shouldn’t have heard.
“They were going to sell it to a guy called Barabbas Ponteix.”
When he straightens up, and his eyes become more open, I know I’ve said something key.
“Barabbas Ponteix?” he checks.