He answered in a flash, his voice tight with suppressed fury.
"Who is it?"
An older, hoarse male voice came from the other end, sounding as if he had mustered every ounce of his courage.
"...Alpha, about that security detail from all those years ago... there are things I've kept hidden for too long. My conscience can't take it anymore."
"Explain yourself," Damon gritted out, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the phone.
"That batch of tainted silverware...I was the one who switched it out without authorization. To cut costs, I used goods from the black market. I... I'm so sorry to the Patriarch, so sorry to your father."
"What did you say?" He felt as if he'd been struck by lightning.