“Be safe, honey. You are everything to me.” She kisses my forehead. “I’m so proud of the young woman you’ve become, and I love you so very much.”
“I love you too, Mom. I might not approve of how you went about things, but I know you did it for me and for Dad.”
She hugs me one final time before getting into the car.
“Don’t worry. She’s in good hands,” Diesel reassures me. “We’ll take care of her.”
“Thank you for this.”
“No thanks are necessary.” He jangles his keys in his hands. “I’ll call later, and we can talk about the DEA agent, but I also wanted to let you know my boss has approved the plan for the commissioner.”
“He has? I honestly didn’t think he’d go for it.”
“He understands it’s our best chance of getting to the bottom of this. Whoever has that evidence hasn’t come forward so far, and he believes this might be the push they need to come clean.”
“I hope he’s right. And he’s seriously okay working with us on this?” I expected him to balk at the notion of trusting an eighteen-year-old sharpshooter and the offspring of the man he wants to take down.
“He trusts my judgment, and giving him those files went a long way toward securing his loyalty. He was delighted to get them back. The head of Homeland Security is a friend of his.”
“Well, that’s good. I suppose.”
“It is. There’s no way you could’ve pulled this off without VERO’s help. My boss is going to speak to the commissioner this week. Let me know when Sinner has put the plan in motion.”
“Will do.”
He opens his arms, and I hug him briefly. “Mind yourself.”
“You too,” I tell him, waving them off before retreating inside the cabin.
I lean back against the closed door, rubbing my tired eyes. It’s been a long, exhausting day.
“Lo?” Saint calls out.
“I’m coming.” I push off the door.
“Not yet you aren’t,” Caz retorts with a chuckle.
“Have I ever told you I love your one-track mind?” I quip, stepping into the living room.
“A time or ten,” he replies, swatting my butt as I pass.
“We need to talk,” Bry says, and I pick up a thread of anxiety in his tone. He’s standing against the wall with his legs slightly spread and his arms folded across his torso. His face is stretched tight, highlighting the prominent scar that runs from the corner of his eye into his hairline.
“So, you’ve said,” Galen drawls, eyeing him suspiciously.
“What has you on edge?” I ask, plopping down on the couch alongside Theo.
“It’s about this DEA agent.”
“What about him?” Saint asks, sitting up straighter and outright glaring at Bry.
“How is he involved? I don’t get why he’s a threat,” Bry asks.
“He has a video of me killing Luke McKenzie, and he’s threatening to use it to take me down,” I say.
“Not just you,” Theo adds. “You weren’t the target. We were.”
Bry gulps hard, and a host of emotions flits across his face.
