I wake at 3:18 AM to find Katherine staring at my phone like it's a venomous snake.
The pain in my side is a dull throb now - Dr. Zhang's medication doing its job. But the look on Katherine's face cuts deeper than any bullet.
"What is it?" My voice is rough with sleep and pain medication.
She doesn't answer, just hands me the phone.
The text message fills the screen, each word detonating like a small bomb in my chest.
Vincent was telling the truth. Angelo reported to me. I've been running New York operations for two decades. You know me, Anthony. Your father knows me. In fact, your father has worked for me since before you were born. Want proof? Ask Thomas about the elimination of the Ramírez family. Who really gave that order? Who really orchestrated the circumstances that led to your mother's death?
- M
The room tilts slightly as I reread it. Then a third time.
