Then turned toward Declan Pierce.
For the first time all night, the billionaire CEO looked uncomfortable.
Not surprised.
Not confused.
Uncomfortable.
Grace stared at him.
“What did he mean?”
Declan said nothing.
Rebecca looked between them.
“Declan?”
Grace took one step closer.
“You investigated my father’s plane crash?”
Declan’s jaw tightened.
“Yes.”
The word hit harder than Ethan’s betrayal.
Grace stared.
“When?”
“Three years ago.”
“My father died four years ago.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
Declan looked toward Rebecca.
Grace’s voice sharpened.
“No. Look at me.”
He did.
“Why?”
For several seconds, the only sound in the room was rain hitting the glass.
Then Declan walked to the table.
He unlocked his phone.
Opened an encrypted drive.
Scrolled through several folders.
And placed the device in front of Grace.
A photograph filled the screen.
Snow.
A wrecked private aircraft.
Federal investigators near the shoreline.
Grace recognized the plane immediately.
