“Seriously? The prints were a dead end?”
I sigh as I lean back in my chair. “It’s like the guy doesn’t exist.”
My brothers and I have been working nonstop to try and find out who the man from the warehouse is, but so far, it’s been nothing but false leads and dead ends.
“What if he was a gun for hire? It could explain why he’s been so hard to trace.”
I hate that Kieran’s probably right, but it’s the only logical explanation.
“If that’s the case, it means whoever we’re dealing with has money and motive, which is a dangerous combination.”
“Do you think it could be someone on the inside?”
I nod. “It’s likely. I think it’s time you reach out to some of your guys to try and dig deeper.”
“I agree.”
“Offer incentives for information if necessary. Just get mesomething.”
“On it. But I think we should also touch base with Cormac and Brennan.”
I frown. “Since when do you initiate family meetings?”
Kieran scoffs. “Since whoever killed our father seems to be coming for the rest of us.”
“It won’t come to that.”
“You sound awfully confident for someone with no leads.”
“It’s not for a lack of trying. Do you think I like knowing that our father’s killer is still walking the streets?”
Kieran is quiet for a moment. “We’ll meet for drinks to make sure they’re up to speed with everything.”
When I don’t agree with his plan, he sighs on the other end of the phone.
“Problem, brother?”
I grind my teeth at Kieran’s tone.
“There’s no problem. I’m just not thrilled about the idea of leaving Ciara and Mila alone.”
“I thought you increased security at the house?”
“I did.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
I don’t have an answer that doesn’t make me sound insane.
In reality, there should be no issue with Ciara and Mila being at the house, as I’ve brought in an entirely new security team, which I have personally vetted.
Stephen, the man I put in charge of this new team, is someone I’ve known for years and trust with my life, but it somehow still doesn’t feel like enough.
Even with tight security, things can still go wrong, and if anything happens to Ciara and I’m not here…
I can barely even stand the thought.
We might not be talking right now, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t jump in front of a bullet to save her. Her life is the most important thing to me. She’s my wife, and she has come to mean more to me than I care to admit. Even to myself.
