“Gather the others. I’m on my way.”
“Should I even bother asking questions?”
“Later.” I hang up before he can argue.
The highway blurs past the window as my mind reels.
Of all the people I thought were behind Max’s death, Finn O’Toole was the last person I ever expected to see. But only because up until I watched that footage, I thought he was dead.
He was brought into the fold at eighteen by Lorcan, who had a soft spot for the kid.
I was hesitant at first, underwhelmed by his quiet demeanor. But after a while, he proved himself useful and became a valued member of our team. That was, until he was caught in anambush set up by my father and was never seen or heard from again.
Until now.
I scroll through my caller history on the center console until I land on Lorcan’s number. If anyone can explain Finn’s sudden reappearance, it will be him. But, of course, the call goes straight to voicemail.
“Call me, it’s urgent,” I bark before hanging up.
I practically abandon my car in the underground garage of Kieran’s apartment block before taking the elevator up to the penthouse. The place is deathly silent as I step off, so I head directly through the open-plan living area toward his office, which is slowly turning into a weapons bunker.
After the security lets me in with nothing more than a stern glare from me, I find my other brothers are already gathered, looking restless.
Kieran paces around the room like a caged animal. “All right, spill. What the fuck did you find?”
“Finn’s alive.” I stalk straight over to the bar.
Brennan’s eyes widen. “Finn? I thought he died in that ambush last year.”
“So did I.” I lean over the edge of the bar and grab a half-empty bottle of whiskey, before pulling the cork out with my teeth and taking a long drink. “But he’s the bastard who killed Max.”
Brennan’s jaw drops. “You’re joking.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
Cormac perches on the edge of the poker table and folds his arms across his chest. “Did you hear this from Lorcan?”
“I wish.” I take another swig. “I left him a voicemail.”
Kieran scowls, swiping the bottle of whiskey out of my hand. “Stop wasting all my good shit on your bad mood.”
I shoot him a glare, and he rolls his eyes.
“Sometimes, I feel like nothing but a glorified bartender.” He dips behind the bar.
Brennan leans forward. “I’m confused about how you know Finn is the one who killed Max.”
“Turns out there were cameras in the apartment that our guys missed.”
“Shit,” Kieran hisses from behind me.
“Mila found the laptop with the footage.”
“Double shit.”
I whirl at Kieran. “If you don’t have anything useful to add, shut the hell up.”
Brennan shakes his head. “So, Mila saw the footage?”
