I’d never thought Paul would find out that I was undercover like this. I knew eventually the case would come to a close. I never knew when, though. He stared at me as if he didn’t know me from the next cop in the sea of them buzzing around the crime scene.

Before I could tell Paul that we’d talk at home and everything would be okay, the local police department was rushing in and both Bryce and Paul were handcuffed. I explained that it was Bryce who needed to be handcuffed, not Paul, and then immediately reached for my cell to call Eric.

After explaining on the secure line that I needed to get the local division involved to apprehend Bryce, they told me to hang tight while they contacted Eric and the local bureau. Paul was questioned by the local PD, my arm was patched up by the paramedics and then I was pulled aside by the head of the local FBI division.

“Agent Marquez, I’m Agent Reigles. Agent Green called me. If you want to come with me, we’ll take Martinez in and question him down in our office.”

I nodded and gave Paul one final look before we left for their headquarters. I wanted to tell him more, but he was being asked to make his own statement of what happened.

I was certain everything would be okay once we met back home.

In the short ride down to their bureau, Agent Reigles and I didn’t speak much. We couldn’t talk about the case and I was glad. I wondered if I should tell anyone that Bryce was my brother. I wondered if he was going to say he was my brother—if he understood he was even my brother. There was no way he didn’t remember … right? There were so many things I wanted to ask him and he was sitting right behind me. After over a decade, my flesh and blood was finally in the same car as me and I couldn’t speak to him. Couldn’t hug him, kiss him, tell him that I missed him.

What had Tony done to him?

We pulled into the parking lot and escorted Bryce into the building. I was starting to get sick to my stomach. Could I do this? Could I act as if Bryce was only another criminal I’d arrested several times? I wanted to ask him every question but the ones pertaining to the investigation. I didn’t care anymore about the case. I wanted to know what had happened the night of my birthday when I didn’t return home. I wanted to know what had happened the next day, the next week, the next month, year—years even. What had happened to our mother? Why was he was now Bryce Martinez and not Bryce Marquez?

Instead, as we sat him down in the black metal chair behind a white metal table under the florescent lighting in the small room, Reigles gave me the lead and again, like everything else, I faked it.

“Comfortable?” I asked motioning to the cuffs.

“Are these really necessary?” He raised his arms from his lap.

“Let’s see how this goes. Your men shot me and my arm’s a little sore.” Really the cuffs weren’t necessary, the door was locked, but for some reason a part of me felt as if I released him from them, it would show special treatment. It was ridiculous, but I needed him to be like a criminal and not my brother.

He chuckled. “They saw a gun—”

I slapped the table with my right hand, causing pain to radiate through my arm. “You don’t know what they were thinking!”

He rolled his eyes. Either we were both really good at faking it or he didn’t know I was his sister.

Did Tony brainwash him?

“Now, Martinez, let’s cut the shit. You hired me today to scare me because the other night a john in your company tried to rape me—”

“You have no proof I’m involved.”

“You said, and I quote, ‘What gives you the right to disobey my orders?’.”

“That could mean anything, preciosa.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Touchy, touchy!” He laughed.

I looked over at Agent Reigles and sighed. I realized that I didn’t have proof that Bryce was involved, yet he was Martinez and I knew first hand that he was running the streets because the girls had mentioned him by name. If I would had known that I was meeting him for lunch, I would had recorded the conversation with him and gotten my proof. Instead, it was my word against his. As I stared into those fucking eyes that matched mine, I realized I was fucked.

“Your girl Jasmine and I have become close you know. We’ve played craps at the Palazzo together.”

He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs wide and smiled. “Agent Marquez, I run an escort business similar to Saddles & Racks. It’s no different from what you do. It’s not my fault when you took a date from my company to make extra money on the side that that guy took it too far.” He looked under the table as if to look at my body. I was still in my dress from our date and I closed my eyes, trying to stomach the fact that my brother was doing this. “I don’t blame him. In fact, it’s my understanding you killed him. I was wondering why you weren’t being charged for murder. Now I know. So, Jasmine did her job. She hooked you and got you under my payroll.”

I laughed. “Bryce … Can I call you Bryce? I feel as if I’ve known you since you’ve been born.” I was done fucking around.

He chuckled. “You can call me whatever you want.”

“Bryce, I met with your girls for drinks one night, and one mentioned her best friend, Nelly was sold by you.”

He tsked. “They’re just whores running their mouths.”

“That’s funny because I have them in my pocket ready to come forward. I told them that once I had you, I just needed them and they were quick to turn on you.”

“That doesn’t make sense because they would have just led you to me.”

“See … I thought that, too. But you scared them and they thought you were going to scare me.” I laughed. “You thought you were going to scare me. Do you always set your girls up first with rape dates? Is that how it works? Rape them first so they do whatever you want and if they don’t then you sell them?”

He was silent and I continued before he asked for a lawyer. I knew it was coming because I was right. I could feel it in my bones. That was how he worked. “How many have you sold, Bryce? How did this start? When did this start? When did you move to Vegas? Did Tony do this to you?”

His gaze darted to mine at the mention of Tony. “How do you know about Tony?” he asked.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose with a sigh and took a few moments before I spoke. This was the make it or break it moment that I needed to determine if we were on the same page. I needed to know if he knew I was his sister or not.

“Have you ever wanted a Dalmatians plantation?” His eyes became big, but he didn’t say anything and I continued and quoted the first quote I could think of from 101 Dalmatians. “But I am, just the same. I’m so hungry I could eat a … a whole elephant.”

He stilled and stared me straight in the eyes. If he didn’t know before, he knew now. I’d always called our mother Cruella. It wasn’t only because she was evil—she was, but it was because we watched that movie on repeat because it was the only thing we had to watch for entertainment. We knew almost every line. I’d chosen that line in particular because on several occasions we did go hungry growing up.

“Are you okay?” Agent Reigles asked.

“Yeah. Sorry, I never got to eat at lunch since this was supposed to be my lunch date.” I laughed, trying to brush off the hint I was giving Bryce. “So Bryce—”

“I’m the middle man,” he blurted.

I pulled my head back in confusion. “What?”

“You’re right. Tony made me do it.”

“Who’s Tony?” Reigles asked.

“My father,” Bryce replied.

I stared at him. “Your … father?”

He nodded. “Do you want my life story or what?”

“Does it pertain to the case?” Reigles asked. I wanted to reach over and cover her mouth with my hand. I wanted his entire life story. I wanted it all!