Daniel, Grant’s youngest brother, sits near the wall. His knees slam together so hard the chair rattles against the floor. He tries to force himself still when he sees me looking at him.
“You have no idea what you just did,” Daniel's voice shakes despite the attempt at confidence. “You have no idea who you just fucked with.”
I ignore him.
Gina sits across from him.
Grant’s second wife was younger and perfectly styled, but her mascara had smeared into uneven streaks down her cheeks, her breathing came in shallow bursts, and her eyes tracked every movement I made.
Thomas Grant finally speaks.
“You untie us right now,” he says, his voice cold. “You don’t understand the kind of trouble you're in.”
Evelyn Grant nods frantically. “Our son will destroy you for this.”
Daniel laughs once. “You’re dead already.”
Beau finishes tightening the final restraint and steps back. None of them notice him leave the room.
I pick up Gina’s phone from the table.
My hands remain steady.
I open FaceTime and tilt the phone so the camera captures the entire room.
The call rings once.
Then Grant answers.
“Hey, Gina,” he says casually. “I’ll be there soon, what’s up?”
Then his eyes focus.
His expression changes instantly.
“What the fuck?” he snaps. “What the fuck is this?”
I step into the frame.
“Hello, Colin.”
For half a second he freezes.
Then the rage erupts.
“You stupid fucking cunt,” he snarls.
Thomas leans toward the phone, straining against the ropes. His head jerks toward the screen.
“Colin, get every cop you have over here right now.”
Evelyn twists in her chair, panic creeping into her voice.
“Where are the guards?” she demands.
Beau answers from the other room.
“I killed them.”
