As I lean back in my chair, trying my best to look vaguely interested in the PowerPoint on the screen, my phone vibrates in my pocket with an incoming call from Kieran.
About time.
I wave a hand as I get to my feet. “Keep going without me. I need to take this.” I step out into the hallway, closing the glass door behind me. “Tell me something good.”
“It worked,” Kieran doesn’t even bother saying hello. “Information was leaked less than two hours after we planted it, and we traced the leak to the drop points we seeded in weapons distribution.”
“You’re sure?”
“As sure as we can be without a signed confession.”
I run a hand through my hair as I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Kieran goes on. “The only people with access to that version were the ten-man weapons team, plus Lorcan.”
“Start digging into each of them. Don’t leave any stone unturned.”
“I already looped Angus in. He’s putting together GPS data, phone logs, bank statements—the lot.”
“Good. Keep it tight, Kieran. No one outside of the family and Angus knows about this. If the mole catches wind of our plan, we lose everything.”
He exhales. “I know, I got it.”
I leaveSullivan Investments in the early afternoon after canceling the rest of my meetings. My mind is too full of potential bad outcomes with this mole situation for me to fully concentrate. Plus, I hate being away from Ciara.
She might be safe and protected at the house, but that’s not why I rush back home.
I need to hold her, to breathe in the sweet scent of her shampoo, to feel her skin against mine.
I need to be reminded of why I’m doing this.
The second I walk through the front door, however, I can feel something is off. It’s the same feeling I had when I stepped off the elevator at Sullivan Investments, and the moment I walk into the living room and see the look on Ciara’s face, I know I’m right from the way her shoulders are squared and her lips are pressed together like she’s trying to stop herself from exploding.
I frown. "Hey. You okay?"
She gets to her feet. "We need to talk.”
Fuck.
What the hell has happened between now and this morning? This is a far cry from the Ciara I left sitting at the kitchen island only a few hours ago.
"What do you want to talk abou?—"
"Did you attack Max the night he died?"
Everything in me stills.
How the hell does she know?
"Did. You. Attack. Him?”
We both know my silence is confirmation of my guilt.
"Yes, I did."
Ciara looks like I slapped her across the face.
I hold my hands out as I take a step toward her, and she flinches.
