I’d thought about meeting Blake’s brothers, but this was not how I’d thought I’d be doing it.

“Okay, we’re all down here at the asscrack of dawn,” Slade grumbled. “Someone want to finally tell me why?”

“Slade,” Cai chided, “language.”

Slade scowled at his older brother. “She’s dating Blake. Bad language can’t bother her.”

“I brought coffee.” Kevin came in pushing a drinks tray. “I didn’t know what everyone liked, so I figured black coffee with lots of options.”

“Please tell me that’s not decaf.” Jax reached for the pot.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Kevin said with a smile.

I knew he didn’t like thinking about the life he’d left behind, but he hadn’t even blinked when I’d told him what we needed. Blake and I had already heard what he had to say, but now the other brothers needed to hear it.

“All right,” Jax said as he sat down. “What’s going on? All Blake said was that we needed to talk.”

I reached over and took Blake’s hand. This would be the third time he told his story, and I knew it wasn’t getting any easier with repetition. Still, he didn’t hesitate.

“Everything we talked about must’ve knocked something loose in my head,” he began. “Because I had a dream that turned into a memory.”

I squeezed his hand, offering him the strength to get through this again. It felt a little intrusive to be here while Blake told his brothers what he remembered, but he’d insisted that my dad and I stay. By the time he was done, his brothers all wore the same shell-shocked look I’d seen on Blake’s face when I’d come out of the shower last night.

“Wow.” Slade broke the moment. “I don’t even – I mean, wow.”

“This is what your PI was hoping for,” Blake said. “That I’d remember something that could help us figure out what really happened.”

“And you’re sure it was more than a dream?” Jax asked.

Blake stiffened, and I put a hand on his arm. He relaxed as he answered, “I am.”

“Okay then,” Cai said. “What do we do with it? I doubt the cops are going to reopen a twenty-four-year-old closed case because of a memory from someone who was four years old at the time.”

“It’s not all we have,” Blake said. He looked at me. “The logo on that disk is real.”

“What do you mean real?” Jax asked.

“Three intersecting circles with a four-leaf clover was the original logo for Greene Leaf Pharmaceuticals.” I entered the conversation. “It was changed almost twenty-four years ago.”

“How do you know that?” Jax asked. His gaze was searching, but I didn’t sense any hostility.

“Because of me.” Kevin smiled as all eyes turned to him, but it was a polite smile, without any real light to it. “In another life, I lived in New York City, part of a fairly prominent family. After years of doing what everyone expected of me, I quit it all.” He waved a hand. “But that’s not really important beyond how it relates to GLP. My family has known the Greene family for generations. Andre Greene is a couple years older than me and was determined that GLP would finally get his family the spotlight he’d always wanted.”

I’d met Andre once, basically by accident. He’d been vacationing near where we’d been staying in Maine and had run into us at a store. I’d only been eight or nine, but I’d been able to tell that Kevin didn’t like him. Now, I understood why.

“There were rumors, even back then, that he cut corners, but it’s never easy to know what’s real and what’s just gossip. I left before your family was killed, but I still knew enough people in the business to know who your dad was. And that he’d been working on a story about corruptions in the pharmaceutical industry. Specifically, at GLP.”

I watched as the realization sank into each of the brothers. I’d seen Blake get it too, and it hurt watching the others almost as much as it had hurt watching him. It had to be difficult, going from a possibility to something that was much more certain.

“Do you think there would’ve been anything for our dad to find?” Jax asked.

“I do,” Kevin said, his expression grim. “I never saw Andre do anything illegal, but there was one instance before he’d taken his father’s place. He’d had a little too much to drink. He started talking about how he was going to do things differently when he was the CEO, including what safety measures he wanted to cut. When I brought up the legal angle, he just laughed and said that’s why he’d spend some extra on a great lawyer.”

“There’s a big difference between cutting corners and murder,” Slade said.

“Not if you think of cutting corners in terms of money,” Cai said. “How many times do you see people killed for money, for encroaching on territory?”

“Good point,” Slade said.

Jax turned our way. “Blake, are you willing to come back to Boston and talk to the police? We could do it by phone if you want, but I think it’d go over better if you were there in person.”

“I’ll go,” Blake said. “I owe them that much. Mom. Dad. Aimee.”

I leaned against him, wishing I could take away the pain I heard in his voice. I’d go with him if he wanted me to, or I’d stay here and let him do it with his brothers. Whatever he needed, I’d do. He wasn’t going to go through this alone.

“Do you really think it’s going to make a difference?” Slade asked. “Isn’t this what they call circumstantial evidence?”

“I might be able to help with that,” Kevin said. “I don’t keep in touch with many people from my old life but let me make a couple calls. If Andre did do this, he believes that he’s gotten away with it for all these years, and that means he hasn’t stopped. There might be some evidence now that can help prove what he did back then.”

The brothers all had the same eyes, different shades of blue, but the same shape and intelligence. Now, I saw something else in them that was the same.

Hope that they might finally have a reason.

Fear that they might never get justice.