Calling His Brother
Later that night, Marco sat in his study with a glass of twenty-year-old Macallan. He had built his empire by spotting every weakness. Yet here, in his own home, he had missed one.
The next morning, he called Gerald, his younger brother and a private investigator in Portland.
“I need you to look into something,” Marco said flatly.
Gerald sighed. “Straight to business, as always. What is it?”
“My wife. And Wesley Stratton. Be discreet.”
A pause. “Marco… are you sure you want this truth?”
“Just do it.”
