Kevin did not even spare Rafael and the others a glance, marching straight toward Quinton.

Quinton's face went ghost-white as he stumbled backward. "F-Father, what treasure map? I-I don't have anything! It's Andrew—he made all this up! You can't believe him!"

Kevin's eyes went cold as steel, his teeth clenched. "You little bastard. I'm ordering you—stand still and let me search you. You're my son. You're my son—do you think I don't know exactly what kind of person you are?

"Ever since you were little, whenever you stole something and got caught, you'd have exactly this same expression on your face!"

Kevin continued with bitter laughter. "Heh, I'm your father—you think you can pull a fast one on me? You're not even close!"

With a furious sneer, he reached out to grab Quinton.

Panicked, Quinton lashed out and slapped Kevin's hand away.

'This is bad—that's as good as a confession!' Rafael and Mosby instantly realized the disaster that had just unfolded.

Quinton's instinct