"What happened?" Debra pressed.
"Some people from the Illuminati murdered him," Ryan replied, full of hatred.
Debra raised an eyebrow. "Why would they murder him?"
"Because he wouldn''t work with them." He wiped his tears. "I know you. They''re after you. Help me avenge my dad, and I''ll do anything to repay you."
"Deal," she said, her grin widening.<fn7510> Th?s chapter is updated by </fn7510>
He rxed, but she whipped out her gun, aiming at him. "Too bad I don''t buy a word of it."
Before he could react, the guards rushed up and pinned him down.
Debra stepped closer, tapping his cheek with the gun barrel. "What''s up? Go on with your act. Those clowns are na?ve enough to think I can be fooled by a kid like you."
"I''m not with them. You''ve got it wrong." Ryan panicked.
"I picked Kurtis for a reason," she said. "I''ve got his whole file. He traded organs on the dark web and had dirty deals with the Lowe Group. You''re telling me he wouldn''t roll with the Illuminati?"
She pressed the muzzle under his chin, forcing his head up. "And I''ve seen you before. Think a new face fools me? I know those eyes, Troy Phelps. We met at For Peace before. You were that innocent high school kid, right?"
Fear shed in his eyes.
"What''s that look?" she teased. "Wondering how I clocked you after your makeover? Kid, I had my eye on you from the start in that club. To be sure, I had my people tail you after. Out of the six escorts that night, you were the only one who vanished. Never went back to work."
She stood up, and he was forced to kneel in front of her.
"Oh, I get it," she said. "To you people, I''m just an easy target. Bute on, put some effort in. I''m not dumb enough for a punk to trick."
"Madam," a guard reported, "we searched the ce. Found the real Ryan tied up upstairs."
"Just tied up?"
"Looks like they haven''t got to him yet."
"Bring him down."
They hauled Ryan in. He looked almost identical to Troy after stic surgery.