“Daniel… Daniel Harris,” he said. “I was betrayed. My brother…” His voice shook. “He did this.”
His name meant nothing to her.
But his face showed no lies. Only shame. Fear. And anger.
“Why?” she asked quietly, surprised she was still standing there instead of running away…
Daniel shut his eyes, gathering the last of his strength.
“Money. Control. A company worth millions. He told me to inspect a site… then shoved me inside. Tied me up. Took everything—my phone, my wallet, my life.”
Lupita stared at the knots in the rope. They were tight. Intentional.
This wasn’t an accident.
And suddenly, the cruel irony struck her…