“Check my phone. It’s in my pocket.”
“Cormac.” I get to my feet and take a step back as Cormac moves to stand in front of Callum.
He digs around in his pocket and pulls out Callum’s phone. The screen is cracked, but it seems to still be working. “Passcode.”
Callum rattles off the code, and Cormac unlocks the phone before handing it to me.
I narrow my eyes at Callum. “Where’s this proof, then?”
“P-photos,” he gasps, wincing as he shifts in his chair.
Knowing Kieran, Callum’s been left with a few broken ribs, perhaps even some internal bleeding.
I open up the photo app and immediately come face to face with a video thumbnail. “Is this it?”
“It’s security footage. It’s a… brothel off East 12th. I was there when Max died.”
Kieran scoffs. “A brothel? Seriously?”
My eyes fly to my brother. “Kieran…”
“It’s truly pathetic if you have to pay to get some puss?—”
“Enough!”
Kieran finally shuts his mouth, and I press play on the video.
Callum stretches his neck as if trying to see the footage at the same time as me. “The timestamps line up, Ronan.”
I hold up a finger to silence him as I watch the footage.
Sure enough, I spot Callum walking in, sitting at a table, and being greeted by a half-naked woman.
“This is how you spend your time?” I watch the woman slowly climb onto Callum’s lap.
Kieran chuckles behind me as the video continues to play.
Callum spits some more blood. “Do you believe me or not?”
From the looks of it, the timestamps on the footage are clean, which means there’s no way he could have been at Max’s apartment when he was killed.
So, who the hell was?
I shut off the phone and stare at the blank screen as my mind races. “Son of a bitch. Someone clearly put a target on your back. They’re gunning for you.”
“Ding, ding, fucking ding,” Callum groans.
This fucker is no help. My girl is out there, probably in danger and I’m wasting my time with this piece of shit.
I toss his phone to the ground.
This warehouse has a frequency blocker, the phone is useless inside.
I had no problem being off the grid while I thought this got me somewhere. But now that I know better, I need to be connected to the outside world in case anyone has news about my wife, so I head to the door of the warehouse, leaving Callum still bound to the chair.
My brothers follow me.
Cormac steps up beside me, a deep crease between his eyebrows as he tucks his hands into his pockets. “Who do you think it was?”
