It’s grainy and blurred, and I can only see the side profile of the man, which makes it hard to make out his face beneath the baseball cap he wears. But I can’t deny there’s something familiar about him, and not because he looks a little like Callum.
It’s because he looks a little like one of Ronan’s men.
“I need a copy of this. Now.”
Max nods and transfers the file to a USB drive.
I have no idea if Ronan’s aware of this, but what I do know is that if he finds out before I tell him, it could tear everything apart.
“I have to go.” I clutch the USB drive like it’s my lifeline.
“Be careful, Ciara. Are you sure you want to get caught up in this?”
“I don’t think I have much of a choice.”
The driveback to Ronan’s estate is a blur. My thoughts are spinning so fast I barely register the road ahead of me, and it’s a miracle I don’t drive headlong into oncoming traffic.
Does Callum know that an account has been set up in his name? Or worse. What if this isn’t the only one?
My blood runs cold at the thought.
If someone is going around pretending to be Callum, there’s no telling what sort of trouble this could get my family into. Though at this point, I’m not sure it’s possible for our reputation to get any worse.
I just hope that this one tiny thread I’m holding on to is enough to undo the mess my family, or rather my brother and I, have found ourselves in.
By the time I get home, the house is empty. Ronan’s out, which is probably for the best. It gives me some time to get all of the evidence together, ready to show him when he gets home.
I head straight down the hall to Ronan’s office and plug in the USB to his computer, cueing up everything that Max found, including the account history as well as the screenshot from the security footage.
I stare at it all until my vision blurs, hoping that it might rearrange itself into something less horrifying, but it doesn’t.
This is real.
The payments Seamus made weren’t to my family’s accounts. They were to Callum, or rather someonepretendingto be Callum.
My stomach tightens as I consider the reality that Callum might have been behind all of this. If it really was him, what the hell was he doing taking money from Seamus Sullivan? But if it wasn’t, why would someone go to so much trouble to make it look like him?
It seems the deeper I dig into my family’s secrets, the more I unearth. But I know in the end, the truth will always come out. I just have to hope that I’m the one to uncover it first.
Chapter Forty-One
RONAN
My phone buzzeson the desk with an incoming call from Brennan. I’m surprised to hear from him so soon, considering we only had the meeting at Kieran’s less than twenty-four hours ago, which means he’s either found something or killed Kieran.
I’m not a gambling man, but I’d always bet on the second option. Kieran just has a way of bringing out people’s murderous sides when he’s around.
I rub a hand over my jaw as I hit accept the call. “Yeah?”
It’s been a long day, and I’ve spent the majority of it chained to my computer at Sullivan Investments trying to catch up on paperwork that has been ignored due to my preoccupation with my father’s encrypted payments to the McCarthys.
“Ciara just left some guy’s place.”
“What?”
“They looked really cozy. They seemed to know each other quite well.”
My spine straightens at his words. “Who the hell is this guy?”
