"In case Anna isn't alone."
"That would be terrible for Logan," she whispered.
"It's a chance he's willing to take."
It was a chance we all had to be willing to take. There was no telling what Anna had up her sleeve, if anything. Maybe she only wanted money and thought she'd grab it and go. Maybe she thought she'd ambush her husband and kill him before he could kill her.
We crept out the back door, ghosting through the garden. There was a gate near the side of the garage, and I pulled a key from my pocket to unlock it. The wall and the gate were over ten feet high, and barbed wire lined the top. Oliver had shut off the outdoor lights before we came back to Boston, and he'd turned off the motion detectors long enough to let me and Kinsley make it out of the yard. He controlled everything remotely from his location near the front of the house. Kinsley and I wore communication devices in our ears, and I spoke to Oliver as we cleared the gate and closed it back.
"Gate's unlocked now," I murmured. Only the gate at the driveway had an exterior lock to make it harder for anyone to come along and pick them.
"Got it," Oliver responded.
It was two hours past nightfall, giving us plenty of cover as we kept to the shadows beneath the trees. A car waited for us down the road, out of sight of any street lights. I pulled my handheld scanner from the bag strapped over my shoulder and checked the car before letting Kinsley get in. Leaving the headlights off, I cranked the car with a silent prayer that no one would hear it—or better yet, that no one saw us—and pulled down the street.
I couldn't let my guard down, even if we appeared to have made it out of the neighborhood unfollowed, but I finally had no choice but to turn on the lights to make our way to the warehouse. When we reached the security gates and I spotted Mike in the booth, I breathed out in relief.
"Should be safe from here, but let's be cautious anyway," I said to Kinsley.
Her answer was hushed in the dim interior of the vehicle. "Yes, sir."
Parking lot lights were few and far between on the property I owned, all the warehouses along that area being vacant. If anyone was interested enough to check, the Gallagher family owned and operated a small shipping company as one of our money-making ventures. In reality, the warehouses were used for anything but legitimate activities.
Parking at the back of my favorite building, the one closest to the water and farthest from prying eyes on the street, I led Kinsley to the back door and up the ladder to the catwalk. A small part of me enjoyed the sight of her ass in yoga pants as she climbed in front of me, but I easily pushed it to the back of my mind. There was too much at stake now to allow any distractions.
We shimmied on our bellies until we found the ideal vantage point, and I pulled out night vision goggles to check the surrounding area. Despite everyone telling me Logan was trustworthy, I would ensure no one else was in the warehouse before getting comfortable.
Some time passed before Logan arrived alone. We made no contact; Logan did not look above him. Checking my watch, I saw it was ten-thirty. We only had to wait a little longer.
I was impressed with Kinsley's resilience, but it shouldn't have surprised me. She hadn't made a sound since we arrived, hadn't fidgeted or fussed about the uncomfortable position. We had the perfect angle to see Logan and the front door, and I had already set up a camera on the rafter to record everything. Maybe I'd get the chance to show it to my father before the man died.
Finally, the door opened with a creak, and all my senses went on full alert. Anna appeared to be alone, and no communication from Mike or his backup, Billy, meant no one had attempted to follow her in. Other men surrounded the compound, Levi and Sam and a few lieutenants. Knowing I couldn't rule out a sharp shooter killing Mike and making a silent entrance, I’d told the others to hide themselves well and only communicate with me if there was an issue.
"Anna."
I narrowed my focus to the sight of my sister as Logan spoke her name. She looked much the same; maybe her hair was longer, and she was more casually dressed than she usually preferred.
"Do you have the money?"
Without humor, Logan laughed. "What, no welcoming hug for your husband? I haven't seen you in a long time."
Anna shifted nervously on her feet. "Look, I'm sorry for ditching you like that, but I need money now. I have to eat, you know."
"I know. I brought more than you asked for, Anna. I want you to be okay." He gestured to the duffle bag resting open at his feet to show her the stacks of bound bills. "I just wish you'd told me about your plans so I could join you."
"You—you want to join me?" Anna gnawed on her lower lip.
"Of course I do. You're my wife." She must not have noticed, but Logan edged forward, nudging the bag along with him.
"But I betrayed Burke."
Logan shrugged. "You must have had a good reason."
"I did!" Anna cried, tears tracking down her cheeks. "I did what was right, Logan, you know that. Daddy was supposed to run the Family, not Burke."
I hunched my shoulders at the sound of Anna calling our father Daddy. He hadn't carried that moniker since we were very young.
"Daddy had all these plans, and Burke tried to ruin them," she said.
