"Please do. I hadn't planned to move quite yet, but I'm thinking it might be better for all of us if we were closer together. We just need to convince Ewan to move here."
Ian grinned. "The Johnsons next door have been thinking of selling and retiring to Florida. If they do, they've promised us first chance at their place."
"Good."
I would have preferred if we moved out to some large plot of land in the mountains where we could all have our own houses, but be close together without other people around. The opportunity to be able to shift whenever I wanted held a strong draw for me. I hated having to only shift when I could hide.
"Our investments have paid out well enough that we can afford to buy up all the houses on this block if they go up for sale."
"You should start a fund just for that, something we can all pay into."
Ian nodded. "I'll have Andrew get on that first thing."
Andrew Moore, a wet dream gorgeous former model and smart as a whip. He seemed to have the Midas touch when it came to investments. He'd tripled my income since he had taken over investing my money. I had quite the nice nest egg just waiting to be used. Buying a house wouldn't even put a dent into it.
"Okay, so, tell me what you've found so far."
"Carl Atkins flew into the country on a private jet supplied by an oil company out of—"
"Let me guess, Dubai?"
Robert Atkins had escaped to Dubai when he'd been stopped from taking Danny as a pet. There was no extradition treaty there, so I'm sure he felt safe.
Ian tapped his nose. "After some investigation, I discovered that Carl Atkins inherited his shares in the oil company along with all of his wealth and possessions from his late Uncle Robert, who sadly passed away recently."
Wait.
"Then how do we know it's the same man?"
Ian turned his laptop around and pointed to the screen.
"Fuck." I groaned as I rubbed my hands over my face then dropped them in my lap. "It is him." In vivid living color. That ass was even smiling at the camera.
"I haven't figured out yet how he's getting away with calling himself Carl when he's most obviously Robert, but I will."
"Anyone who looks at his picture can tell that it's the same man." People were idiots if they couldn't see that.
"I think it goes back to the money," Ian replied. "Carl Atkins has all the correct paperwork making him Carl instead of Robert. He's also richer than shit. No one wants to insult him or piss him off, so even if they suspect something, they aren't going to say anything."
See? Idiots.
"Besides, it's not like he surrounds himself with people who will say something. He likes yes people. He likes people who cater to his every need. He does not like people who won't play his game."
Well, that explained a lot.
None of us would play his game.
"I'm currently tracking his money to see where he's spending it," Ian continued. "I'm hoping it will give us an idea of what he's up to. Hank has Judge tracking his movements. He's in New York at the moment, but we know he won't stay there. He wants Danny, and Danny is here."
"Do you think he's learned about the rest of us yet?" We had tried not to shift in front of the man, but I had no idea if he'd gotten it on video when we rescued Danny.
"No, but it's only a matter of time before he does."
I was afraid of that.
"So, what's the plan then?" I asked. "We just sit around and wait for Atkins to make his next move?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
