"They killed my family!"
The Three of Spades said through gritted teeth.
Everyone's heart fell into a cold cellar.
The Three of Spades' jaw tightened, the veins in his neck visible beneath his skin. "My wife. My son. My daughter."
A horrible stillness filled the room.
"They came for them while I was still running. While I was bleeding from the ambush, trying to find cover, they went to my house. My wife was shot first. My daughter—they made me listen to it. My son… they made him watch."
Max's breath hitched. He could see the pain swimming in the Three of Spades' eyes—dark and bottomless.
"When I tried to reach the detective association for help, do you know what they told me?" His lips curled into a bitter smile. "They said I was the traitor."
Victoria's eyes narrowed. "They blamed you?"