At 2 A.M., a Hidden

a former state police captain who had worked for me for six years and knew better than to ask unnecessary questions.

I typed one message to Victor.

Come to the house now. Quietly. Bring two men. Guest wing entrance. Do not alert my mother.

Then I called my attorney, Rachel Kim.

She answered on the fourth ring, her voice thick with sleep.

“Ethan, somebody continue reading …