Nathan clenched his jaw. He heard the truth, though he didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t think about his aunt right now. Not if he… Whoever had killed her would regret his actions for the rest of his short-lived, miserable life.
“You say he’s coming after me. What do my aunt and I have to do with this?
What’s our connection to the client?” He still couldn’t think of her as his mother.
“It’s not your connection to the client. It’s to your past.” Jack nodded at Avery.
Avery explained, “He’s not dead, Nathan. Malcolm Dixon is very much alive.”
Memories swamped him. Fear made Nathan’s palms sweaty, but he refused to back down. He’d killed the bastard once, or at least he thought he had. He could do it again.
Before he could speak, Avery surprised him. In a calm voice, he asked Jack,
“When do we leave?”
Jack answered without hesitation. “I’ll have your transportation and all the information you need arranged for you in two days. Pack your bags. You’re going to have one hell of a New Year.”