Abigail
I stared at the laptop screen until the words and images blurred together into a nauseating haze.
This had to be some kind of joke. First of all, how was Lander Logistics a subsidiary of Wolfe Corporation?
Finnegan's company had owned it for fifteen years. The proof was right there in black and white on the archived company records, ownership documents, and financial reports.
No — if it were a subsidiary of Wolfe Corporation, Finnegan had an almost perfect memory; he would have known all this time that the company my parents worked with was one of Wolfe Corporation's subsidiaries.
There's no way he could have pretended not to know. What if he was pretending? My hands started shaking so badly that I had to set the laptop down on the coffee table.
"No," I whispered, voice barely audible. "This can't be real. It can't be."
Annette sat beside me on the couch, her face even paler as she scrolled through the old security footage.
