Chapter 63

Brad rose as well, following his very irate lover out of the office.

“You’ve got one hell of a grip there,” Brad said, shaking his fingers when they were in the hallway.

“Sorry. I was just so damned angry.”

“Was?” Brad put his arm around Derek’s shoulders. “You still are, for whatever good it will do.”

Derek took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “I guess I should be happy to know he was going to testify against the bastards, but damn it, Brad.”

“I know,” Brad said gently as he pressed the elevator button.

Derek thought back on what Larson had told him. “What did he mean, how and why my father managed the disappearance—if he did? Is he implying he had help?”

“Possibly. Though if that was so, it had to be from someone he thought was a friend—someone inside theScordato organization. It’s for damned sure the Feds wouldn’t have arranged for him to vanish like that—not before the trial when they already had the move planned out.”