I looked back at King as Ballistic nodded at him. “She’s in the hotel bar with Cassie. Rosa went up to bed early, but the girls have stayed downstairs. They’re good.”
“Have them move the party to their rooms,” King told him and got to his feet. Ballistic took out his phone and walked to the other end of the room. “Mace,” King lifted his chin at the Kingsmen’s VP. “What’s his play now? Where can he go after that?”
“He won’t run,” he said, keeping his gaze firmly on King. “He’s too stupid for that. He thinks he’s invincible and this whole thing will have pissed him off.”
Ink laughed as he dropped into his chair at the table. “He thinks he can go up against the cartel? Man has brass balls.”
“Or a brass brain,” Banshee muttered.
Was I the only one who found it odd Mace was being included? I hated to admit it, he’d helped me out back there in the woods.
“Locations?” King wasn’t messing around.
“At this point,” Mace rubbed his chin. “The only place I think he can turn is Danica.”
We all saw how King’s jaw tensed at that. “You know where that might be?” his voice was dangerously low. Had Mace just fucked up and let us know he knew how to find her?
“No. I know she has a place in Summit.”
I raised my brows at that. Summit was one of the most expensive places to live in New Jersey.
“How’d the fuck she manage that?” Even Dirt was dumbfounded.
“Rich husband,” Mace sighed.
“There is more to what you told us before? Of course there is. Sit the fuck down,” King told him. Mace didn’t hesitate for a moment, he walked to the table. A few glances were exchanged before King waved his hand impatiently and Mace pulled out a chair at the council’s table and sat down.
“He’s dead, died about a year ago. From what I’ve gathered, he left behind a lot of debt.”
“Which is why she needs money now?” King asked. He nodded. “Banshee, what did you find out?”
He hadn’t been a part of the operation tonight, he’d been holed up in his own office for a couple of days now, investigating the morecorporateside of what we were dealing with.
“There is a Trust fund… Delaney was the sole beneficiary,” he hesitated to mention her name but neither King nor War flinched. “I managed to get in touch with a guy at Hereford Mutual this morning. How much do you want me to say here, Prez?” his eyes flicked to Mace and back.
“Go ahead.”
Everyone glanced at each other again. I didn’t know what was going on between King and Mace, but it was clear they’d struck up an alliance. One that meant he wasn’t afraid to let him hear our business. And Banshee would not have had a particularly legal way of getting information from this insurance company.
“The Trust came from their maternal grandmother. She was the heir to a shipping company out of Providence. The business stopped operating years ago, the grandmother was living off the funds. It was put in Delaney’s name when the grandmother died. Their mom diedwhen Danica and Delaney were kids, so it automatically moved on to them.
“The rules of the Trust Fund was that it followed a female only blood line when they turn twenty five. Guess their grandmother didn’t trust the men in the family either,” he remarked. “Or who they’d married into.”
“So why’d it skip Danica after Delaney’s death?” King asked.
Banshee didn’t have an answer to that. Each of us could guess, given what I now knew about the woman, if this grandmother was as shrewd as she seemed, she wouldn’t leave anything to Danica Walker. Which meant…
“It goes to Waverley,” I said through gritted teeth. Banshee nodded. “Fucking hell.”
“What’s it worth?” War asked. He didn’t sound in the slightest bit worried he hadn’t been in for a share of the trust fund, he just wanted to know what we were dealing with here.
“Eight mil.”
Someone whistled, War leaned back in his seat putting his hands on the back of his head. That stunned all of us into silence. If Waverley was set to inherit eight million dollars, and Danica wanted it, she would only have to have Wave under her control until the fund paid out. By default, if Waverley was dead, being the last of the female line, Danica would get it. The stark realization of what Danica intended to do to Waverley had me grabbing a chair and tossing it at the wall.
I glared at King, and he glared right back. It was personal to both of us now but the fierce darkness in his eyes told me I didn’t stand a chance of taking this away from him. Especially when it clicked with me what else this meant. Danica killed Delaney to get the money. Did she plan on killing Wave when she was a baby too?
“Shit, remember that car accident Del was in when she was pregnant?” Ink spoke up.
