Page 42 of Devil's Riches

“Yeah.” He dipped his chin in a brief nod. “Let’s go back inside. There’s water in there. It’ll make you feel better.”

I got up on shaky legs and followed him back into the bunker. He went over to one of the storage cupboards and fetched me a bottle of water. As I gulped it down, he turned his gaze to his uncle.

“We need more answers from you,” he said. “Obviously, our family was in the Golden Circle, and we think the Hollands might’ve been involved too. But we have no idea about the rest.”

Greg lifted a brow. “So?”

“So we want to know if Peter and my dad were right. Were there twelve families altogether?” Nate asked. "If so, who were they?”

A familiar wicked grin curved up Greg’s thin lips. “I’m done talking,” he said. “No more answers.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You remember what I said I’d do if you refuse to talk, right?”

“Yes. I remember your little threat very well. But something just occurred to me while you were outside,” he replied. He lifted a finger and tapped the side of his head. “Everything you want to know is in here, and in Annalise’s head too. So you can hurt us, but you can’t kill us. Not as long as you need us for our information. So why would I say another word? I don’t want to die.”

“Don’t you care if I hurt Annalise?” I asked, raising a brow.

“I do care. But, like I said, I know you won’t actually kill her—or me—as long as you think we have information you need. Like names. So from now on…” He mimed a zipper closing over his lips.

I expected Nate to go over and punch him in the face, but he stayed next to me instead. “We’re about to see just how much you care,” he said.

Greg’s forehead creased. “What do you mean?” he asked. Unease had crept into his voice.

Nate smiled thinly and held up his cell phone. “Mom’s back.”

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