“I’d heard your name before,” Ian continued, as if reading his mind. “Somewhere else,” he added, as if he were unsure of saying too much.
“My father?” Adam questioned, intrigued by another piece of the puzzle. “Did you know him?”
Ian stiffened, his stare miles from Adam’s own. “No, I never met him,” he replied. “Now stop asking so many questions. You’ll be better off.”
“You don’t think I’ve got a right to know?” Adam’s eyes narrowed. “After you tell me you kidnapped me because you heard my name somewhere? Goddamn you, I had a life. A family!”
“You don’t. Not anymore,” Ian answered, cold and unflinching. “No, for all intents and purposes. You’re a dead man. What was left of you is being buried this weekend.”
Adam shuddered, baffled how such a thing was even possible. “Who are they burying instead?”
Ian’s eyebrow shot up. “Does it matter? You’re still alive. I suggest you make your peace with the rest.”
“Make my peace with the rest? You stole my entire life from me!”