My Brother Arrested Me At Thanksgiving Dinner

asset.”

Rock stared at me, then a slow smile spread across his face. “You got a name. Just like that.”

“He’s my father,” I said. “He was never their asset. He was mine all along.”

The plan we formulated was better than turning him. We used my father to set a trap for Koslov, feeding him carefully curated misinformation. Two weeks later, my father went continue reading …