“At first,” Razor agreed.
Angel's stomach dropped. “At first?” Razor smiled, and Ghost took one step toward him. Angel held up her hand. “No.” She needed this. “What changed?”
“Shadow got scared,” he said.
“Of you?” she asked.
“Of what would happen to you,” he said.
Angel swallowed. “He tried to pull Viper out of the meeting.”
“Yes, he did,” Razor said.
“What happened?” she asked.
“My father changed the location,” Razor said.
“And Shadow didn't know?” she asked.
“Not until it was too late,” Razor said proudly. Angel looked at Crow, and he nodded. “By the time we figured it out, Viper was dead.” Angel closed her eyes. For seven years she'd mourned two men separately. Now their deaths were connected. Her father had been trying to expose the network. Shadow had been helping him, and Shadow had spent six months afterward trying to finish what Viper started.
“Why kill Shadow?” she asked.
Razor looked at her. “He found Bishop.” Angel turned, and Bishop nodded.
“He contacted me to everything,” Bishop said.
“When?” she asked.
“Three days before he died,” Bishop said.
“What did he want?” she asked.
“The ledger,” Bishop said.
Angel's breath caught. “Why?”
“He wanted to give it to you.”
Her knees weakened. Jackhammer's hands settled on her shoulders. “What was he going to tell me?”
Bishop looked at Razor, and Razor's expression hardened. “Tell her.” For once, he didn't sound amused.
Bishop looked at Angel. “Shadow wanted to tell you everything. About Viper, Elena, and the network.”
“And you?” she asked.
He paused. “Yes.”
Angel's chest hurt. “He knew you were my biological father?”
“Yes,” Bishop said.
“Is that what he said before he died?” she asked.
Bishop looked confused. “What?”
Angel turned to Razor. “You said you knew Shadow's last words.” Razor stared at her. “Tell me.” He hesitated, and Ghost pulled his gun.