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drove past me every day and not even a flicker of recognition.”
    Jason took a deep breath. “Perry, Myers paid for his actions. He gave money to every single client on the list. He bankrupted himself to make amends. Your father’s death haunted him that much.”
    “My mother said I looked exactly like my father. If Thomas haunted Myers so much, why didn’t he recognize me?”
    “He didn’t know that Moore had a son. No one did. You can’t fault him for something that he didn’t know!”  
    He was arguing with a mad man. Why was he even trying?
    “My father killed himself,” Perry screamed. “I was ten!”
    “And I’m sure that was hard. But Myers was not to blame. The police investigated him and cleared him. He had no idea that his partner was running a scam. And he had no idea that you even existed. If he had known, he would have taken care of you.” Jason shook his head. “Timothy was a good man.”
    “He was a millionaire. I’ve seen his house. You can’t tell me that he gives all of his money away,” Perry snarled.  
    “He shut his consultation business down, Perry, and he didn’t keep a dime of profits. He had to borrow money to start Myers Enterprise, and he’s given away so much money to charity. Timothy Myers was a saint. You can’t blame him for your father’s suicide. He had no idea what his partner was doing. He’s done everything he can to atone for it.”
    “The partner is dead. Timothy is the only one left.”
    Jason froze. “Garland is dead?”
    “Died in a prison fight two years ago. Someone got to him before I could.   Myers was my only chance at revenge.”
    “And his death wasn’t enough? You needed to take his son, too?”
    “He should know. He should know what it feels like to be helpless. He took my father. I’m taking his son.”
    Jason cocked his head. “Perry, the police will be here any minute. Give up the location, and they’ll reduce your sentence.”  
    “I can’t go back to prison. I won’t. This will be my final revenge.”  
    Jason’s eyes widened. “No. No!” He hurled himself across the room, but it was too late. Single gunshot went off, and there was a thump as the body hit the floor. By the time he broke through the room, Perry was dead.  
    He hissed. He’d underestimated Perry, and now the kid would starve to death. “Think. Think. Think!” He paced the floor as he heard the sirens in the distance. Where would Perry keep the kid? If he weren’t here, where else would he be?
    Jason knocked on the floorboards, but there was no hidden basement or hidden rooms or even a hidden attic.  
    Suddenly, inspiration hit. This was personal for Perry. Digging out his phone, he called Tallyhouse. “I need you to look something up for me,” he said without preamble.  
    “Now what?” the kid grumbled.  
    “Perry is dead.”
    “Who the hell is Perry?”
    “Focus. I haven’t found the kid. Apparently Moore had a girlfriend and an illegitimate child. Perry. Is there anyway you can tell me where Perry grew up? Or where they vacationed? It would have to be somewhere remote.”
    He heard a clacking of keys. “Okay, give me a minute,” Tallyhouse muttered.  
    “Moore owned a small cabin on Gaston Lake. When he lost everything, he had to see the cabin. It looks like the buyer died a few years ago, and no one has resold it. It’s probably empty.”  
    “That’s it. Text me the address,” Jason nearly jumped with glee.  
    He left before the police could question him about the body, and he picked up Helen on the way. She didn’t say anything as they made the ten-minute drive. Gaston used to be a sprawling lake, but droughts and the economy had taken its toll. Now it was a small polluted watering hole surrounded by housing that no one could afford anymore.  
    “Davis,” Helen screamed as she jumped from the Jeep. Jason had barely stopped the vehicle before she started running to the cabin.  
    “Christ, Helen,” he muttered as he fumbled