A faint smile tugs at my mouth. “While that would be fun a bar might be too public for my needs.”
My phone buzzes on the table, and I glance down. UNKNOWN CALLER.
Rafe’s eyes narrow. “You expecting anyone?”
I shake my head, then hit the button to answer. “Speak.”
“Lorenzo.” The familiar angry voice says my name like he’s already planning my death. “Where are you?”
Shit. My spine goes subtly rigid.
“Running an errand,” I answer, trying to say as little as possible.
There’s a beat of silence.
“Get to the estate,” he says, and the line clicks dead.
I stare at my phone, trying to decipher whether I’ll make it home for dinner tonight.
Rafe watches me carefully. “Boss calling?”
I roll my shoulders, letting the irritation settle into something usable. “Yep,” I answer. “He wants me at his estate.”
Vin closes the folder slowly. “Now?”
“He didn’t send me a calendar invitation, so yes.”
I pull out my phone and open my security app. Rafe’s gaze flicks to my hand, trying to see. Image after image pops up on my cell’s screen.
All of my house.
The camera shifts. Hallway. Guards. Door.
Victoria’s door.
Still closed. Still guarded.
Good.
Only Rafe and the household staff know what’s behind that door. Because if my uncle finds out I dragged this girl into my life—
He wouldn’t understand.
I push away from the table and stand. “I’m going to see him.”
Rafe lifts a brow. “Want backup?”
I snort. “He’s my uncle, not a rival crew. If he wants me dead, backup just means more bodies.”
Vin’s mouth twitches. “We’ll keep digging.”
“You’ll do more than dig.” I grab my jacket. “I want a full map of Murphy’s life. What he drinks, where he sleeps, who he talks to.” I slide the knife into its sheath with a quiet click. “And I want you to find the rat in our house. We need to shut that shit down now.”
Rafe stands, following me so that no one can hear him. “And what about your wife?”
I stop at the door, keys in hand, and glance back at the app on my phone. Victoria’s door again.
“She stays asleep,” I say flatly, like it’s an order to myself as much as anyone else. “She doesn’t leave the property. She doesn’t touch the perimeter. If she asks questions . . .” I pause, then add, “Be polite while you lie.”
