Gil looked down. He'd been stupid. Gone in alone. And now?

"I don't know." The weight of those three words felt like they would bring him to the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm. So sorry. I got angry. Careless. Part of me thinks I went there looking to pick a fight. The guy was trying to put my son behind bars, trying to blackmail the woman I--"

He managed to cut himself off. "The last thing, the very last thing I remember, is Endicott's guy shoving me into a trunk."