After a long beat, Kyran finally found his voice. “And Steven?”

“Fled.” Declan took another sharp inhale of smoke. “He is a smart man who knows you all too well. He foresaw things going south way ahead and withdrew his savings before disappearing. It’s impossible to find him.”

Kyran’s eyes were nailed to the document. A maelstrom was kicking up in his chest, pressing itself against the inside of his chest and stinging him so much that his face turned white.

It took him a while to recover. Exhaling a few breaths, he said, “He had no motive. He wouldn’t even have gained anything from it.”

Declan flashed him a smile. “That much is obvious. What could he possibly gain from doing all of this to Deirdre? Nothing. As such, someone else must have ordered him to. Now, I don’t have any solid proof yet, but I’m sure who that mastermind could be. Question is… Do you want to hear it?’

Kyran did not even blink. “Charlene.”

“Huh? Right on the first strike. Only two people could have gained fro