Ryan Morgan.
The brother I had buried seventeen years earlier.
Or believed I had buried.
“Where did you get that?” I whispered.
Mr. Bennett’s face became perfectly still.
“Get what?”
“The locket.”
His hand instinctively moved toward it.
I stepped closer.
“That belonged to my brother.”
His jaw tightened.
“You’re mistaken.”
“No.”
My voice broke.
“No, I’m not.”
He closed his shirt.
“Leave.”
“What?”
“I said leave.”
I stared at him.
“Tell me where you got it.”
“Your shift is over.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I understand perfectly.”
His voice sharpened.
“Get out of this room.”
My desperation exploded.
“My brother died seventeen years ago!”
The words echoed through the bathroom.
Mr. Bennett froze.
I could hear my own breathing.
I pressed one hand against the counter.
“His name was Ryan Morgan. He was twenty-four. He disappeared after telling me he had gotten involved with people he shouldn’t have trusted.”
Mr. Bennett’s face drained of color.
“He wore that locket every day.”
Silence.
“It was a gift from our mother before she died.”
Still silence.
“So don’t tell me I’m mistaken.”
He closed his eyes.
I moved closer.
“Who are you?”
His eyes opened again.
“You already know my name.”
“Christopher Bennett.”
“That’s right.”
“No.”
I pointed toward his chest.
“I know who Christopher Bennett is. Everybody in Chicago does. Billionaire real-estate investor. Hotels. Construction. Finance. But Ryan had that locket before Christopher Bennett’s name ever appeared in a newspaper.”
His fingers curled around the pendant.
“Leave, Rachel.”
“What happened to my brother?”
His wheelchair suddenly moved backward.
“Get out!”
The shout brought Mrs. Alvarez running.
She stopped in the doorway.
“Christopher?”
He pointed toward me.
“Take her home.”
Mrs. Alvarez looked between us.
“What happened?”
“Now.”
I didn’t move.
“Rachel,” she said softly.
“Ask him about the necklace.”
Her expression changed.
That was all I needed to see.
She knew.
My stomach dropped.
“You know too.”
Mrs. Alvarez looked away.
“Oh my God.”
I backed toward the doorway.
“You both know.”
“Rachel,” she said.
“Don’t.”
I held up my hand.
