For Dizzie.
He leaned toward the microphone and dropped a bomb of his own. “Leopold Brunswick, Phillip Tremaine’s assistant, has been arrested for the New Amsterdam Hotel bombing.”
Silence. Pure, golden silence.
The questions came fast and furious. Why? What about the courier? Who else was involved?
He sucked in a deep breath while the newsies fired questions at him. He exhaled slowly and cleared his thoughts. Killian raised his hands. It took a few long seconds for them to quiet them down, but they finally stopped shouting.
“No, there is no information on Mr. Brunswick’s motive at this time. Tremaine Security is working to identify it.
“Yes, a Tremaine Corporation courier had been a person of interest, but no longer is.
“No, at this time, it is not known if any other high-level Tremaine personnel were involved.
“Yes, there will be a thorough investigation.
“No, the courier will not face disciplinary action. Her role was unwitting.”
He paused and studied the crowd. Some of the newsies were still shouting questions, but several were already breathlessly streaming the information to their audience. He didn’t even know if most of what he had said was true, but the important parts were: the bomber wasn’t Dizzie.
He had one further piece to share, if he dared. His relationships may never recover, but granting Dizzie her freedom was the right thing to do.
“In the course of the investigation, it was discovered that the courier was, in fact, Phillip Tremaine’s daughter. She was raised in the company orphanage and was unknown to her sister, Portia Tremaine. The two were introduced in the hospital and are working to figure out their relationship.”
“No further questions.” With that, he turned and walked into Tremaine headquarters to find his courier.
Chapter48
Dizzie wassurprised that she was still in the infirmary instead of back in a cell. Her wound had been treated and the pain muted. The medical staff had cleaned off some of the blood and provided her with a set of scrubs since her clothes had been covered in blood. So, things were looking up. Of course, there were still guards stationed outside the door.
Neither the doctors nor the guards had asked her any questions. They wouldn’t believe her anyway. Killian was the only one who had and it was unlikely he knew she was here. Her only hope was that when Portia woke up, she’d confirm that Leopold, not Dizzie, was behind the bombing and the attack in the cell.
At this point, Dizzie didn’t care if the truth about her role in the bombing came out. She’d deal with whatever consequences came her way. Mostly, she wanted to forget that she was part of this completely fucked-up family that kept children around as potential organ donors.
Thatwas the truth she wanted out in the world. The truth she would fight to expose. Somehow.
Dizzie thought about the other Tremaine orphans, the people she’d grown up with and the kids who were still part of the system. How many of them were part of Tremaine’s scheme? How many of the orphans who’d disappeared, the ones they’d been told had paid off their contract, how many of them had been killed to supply organs to a wealthy person?
There had to be a way to dismantle the program. What would happen to the kids? They deserved a chance at a normal life.
Activity outside her door drew her attention. She pushed off the bed. Whatever happened, she wasn’t going to take it sitting down. She wasn’t going to take any more Tremaine shit sitting down.
The door opened and a guard entered. Dizzie stared in shock at Alice. And cursed the part of her that still wanted to share everything that had happened with her once-best friend.
“Leading me to my execution?” The words were bitter and sarcastic.
Alice flinched. “You’re free to go. Ma’am.”
Ma’am?What the fuck?
“Free to go?” This had to be a trick.
Alice nodded but didn’t meet her eyes. “Yes. Free and clear.”
That was the last thing Dizzie expected. “Did Portia send you down here?”
“I don’t know, ma’am. My orders are to release you.”
