Page 133 of Zeus

"Doesn't make me feel any less violated," I mutter, wondering where we go from here, and why Zayne didn't stay in the room.

If I'm going to catch shit for this, then he should be standing right beside me, facing them as well.

"No one has access to the audio, except me," Casper assures me. "Unless there was pertinent info in the recordings."

"He did let us know that the LOL bugged the house when you were gone," Hemlock says, his eyes narrowed as if he hasn't decided whether he wants to punch me in the face or give me the benefit of the doubt.

I lock eyes with Casper, and oh shit, they don't know about what happened between Zayne and me.

I was seconds away from confessing all sorts of shit, ready to defend my behavior, but it looks like I don't have to.

That is until I look up at Kincaid and see the weird grin on his face. Somehow, he knows very clearly what my reaction could've been about.

"We only brought up your dad's passing because it triggered Casper to dig a little deeper," Kincaid says.

"That also feels invasive," I say. "I was certain I was fully vetted before I even got a call from New Mexico."

"You were," Kincaid assures me. "We knew your dad passed. We didn't know that you didn't know. You never brought it up, so we presumed you just didn't want to talk about it."

"Still don't," I assure him.

"We said that to give you different news," Hemlock says.

"I set up an algorithm that searched online for any mention of yours and Zayne's real names and aliases when you started this job," Casper explains. "I wanted to make sure we knew as quickly as possible if someone suspected something was up with you being involved. I didn't know whether Robert Jones would link your aliases to your real names. I had it set up that any mention of your names in a search online would send me a notification."

"Bobby linked us back?" I ask, my brows drawing together.

I wonder how safe it is to stay here if others with the same mindset as those in the LOL know exactly who we are. It could compromise the entire organization.

"No," Casper says. "There's no evidence that they had a clue you guys had infiltrated the group with plans to take them down."

I swallow again, wondering if this is going to lead to a line of questions, wanting to know exactly what happened that would lead the guys to torture Zayne in a fucking underground dungeon.

I may not be as clear of that confession as I started to hope I was.

"Your real name came up in a newspaper in Connecticut," Kincaid says.

"What?" I ask, completely confused. "Why?"

The mood shifts, somehow coming full circle right back to the weirdness that was in the room right after Zayne left.

"Your mom," Kincaid says. "She passed away two weeks ago."

"My name was in the obituary?" I ask, knowing just how strange that question is immediately after being given such sad news, but it's the first thing that comes to mind.

A beat of silence tells me all I need to know.

I wasn't even mentioned. They'd disowned me years ago.

"If not the obituary, then where?"

"A law firm posted a public notice looking for you this morning," Casper says. "It triggered the algorithm."

"For what?"

"It was a notice to heirs in the legal section," Casper says.

"We anticipate you heading back home to sort it out," Kincaid says.