“Make sure it’s done properly,” she said. “The plane goes down, no survivors. Do you understand?”
My stomach twisted.
Lesley clicked another file. This time, it showed a man in an airport, slipping something into a maintenance panel of a private jet.
My parents’ jet.
I gripped the desk, my nails digging into the wood.
Kate.
My best friend. My sister in everything but blood.
She had murdered my parents.
A scream built in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I couldn’t break now. I wouldn’t.
Lesley turned to me, her expression unreadable. “What do you want to do?”
I met her gaze, my voice steady.
“We burn her whole world down.”
