He let out a small snicker. “I’ll take it.”
I sat there in the kitchen while he made us a midnight snack. Peanut butter and jam with the crusts cut off. Just like we used to have when I was a kid.
He picked half the sandwich up and slid the other half over to me. “We should talk about what happened at Parker’s house.”
“There’s not a lot to talk about,” I said while taking a bite. “His nanny was found with a raven carved in her chest. Not much more I can tell you.”
“I’m more interested in how you knew something was going to happen?”
I forced the bite down my throat and looked up at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“Parker said you two might not have made it in time if you hadn’t insisted he call home.”
Fucking Parker.
“So?”
Lou crossed his arms and leaned back. I could see him studying me, searching my face for signs of deception. “Does this have anything to do with what’s going on with Harper?”
“If it does, then it’s my business.” I could lie, but the man was a human lie detector.
“And you,” he pointed at me, “are my business.”
He had a valid point. There was no reason for me not to tell him about Ned, other than the fact that I wanted the pleasure of ending his life. Someone had to make him suffer.
“When that guy was stalking Cheyenne, did she ask for any of our help?”
“That’s different.”
“No it’s not,” I argued.
She was his woman, and Harper was mine. If he could protect Cheyenne all on his own, then I could make sure my girl was safe.
Lou’s nostrils flared, telling me he didn’t like the idea. “Do you have things in order?”
By order he meant, stacked to my side.
“Yes.”
There was a reason Mrs. Benson didn’t come back here with me. Let’s just say Harper’s staff was less than impressed when they found out what their employer was doing to his daughter. The second he set foot in that house, I’d know. I’d also reached out to an old contact. A dealer named Blake who had his fingers in the New Haven police department.
That’s how I found out Ned Callaghan didn’t exist until he moved to Ashen Springs. That little tidbit of information I was given about an hour ago. Couldn’t help but wonder how much Harper really knew about the man she called father.
“Alright,” Lou sighed. “I’ll leave it be for now. But if you run into any trouble, come to me.”
I gave him a salute. “Ten-four.”
“Your grandfather is not going to be happy about this.”
That made me smile. “And I bet you’ll be real upset about delivering the update.”
Pissing Gramps off had become my old man’s favorite pastime.
Speaking of pissing people off…
I still had a brat upstairs to deal with. She’d probably calmed down by now. It’d been a couple of hours. Still…
I eyed a bottle of olive oil on the counter next to my arm.
