The words tumbled out faster now, half-truths and desperate theories mixing with genuine discoveries. "I know there was some kind of fight not far from Rodeo. I know my brother saw something that got him killed. And I know it involved people—beings—that don't show up in any government database."
Annabelle examined her manicured nails with supreme disinterest, as though Karen was a mildly annoying interruption to her day rather than a grieving sister demanding justice.
"I've traced financial irregularities, shell companies, property records that don't make sense," Karen continued, her voice gaining strength even as she realized how flimsy some of her evidence sounded when spoken aloud. "Things that point to this address, to Parker Black, to—"
"To what, exactly?" Annabelle asked with the kind of bored patience usually reserved for explaining simple concepts to particularly slow children. "You think you've uncovered some grand conspiracy?"
