“Let’s do this,” Jax says, an identical grin on his face.
Damon and Felix are already at the cabin when we get there, and they both jump up from the sectional as we walk inside.
“You found him?” Damon’s expression is hopeful, but his voice is filled with fear.
I cross the room in several long strides and pull him into my arms. He clings to me and buries his face in my neck.
“It’s almost over,” I tell him quietly.
He gives me a tight squeeze, and a not-so-subtle cough to our left is what finally makes us break apart.
“Hey, kid.” Jace flops down on the couch. His posture is relaxed, but the intensity in his eyes betrays that he’s not as calm as he’s pretending to be. “How’re you holding up?”
“Fine.” Damon looks between us as Jax sits next to his brother and Killian pretty much pulls Felix into his lap as they also sit on the sectional. “So you found him?”
I gently tug him down as I sit, and Damon presses right up against my side as I drape my arm over his shoulders to hold him even closer.
“We did,” Jax confirms. “But we’re missing a few details that we’re hoping you can fill in for us.”
“Yeah, sure.” Damon looks between the twins. “What did you find?”
“Does the name Michael Quinn mean anything to you?”
Damon’s face goes pale, like all the blood has drained from it.
“Who is he?” I ask gently when Damon doesn’t answer.
“My stepmother’s boyfriend,” he whispers.
I do my best to keep my reaction off my face, but I’m not sure I’m completely successful.
In all the times we’ve talked, Damon never used his name. He just called him “my stepmother’s boyfriend” or “Kait’s boyfriend,” and I want to kick myself for not getting his name.
“And does he work for a hedge fund management firm?” Jax asks.
Damon nods, his eyes wide and his face still as white as a sheet.
“Are you okay to hear what we know?” I ask quietly. “Or do you need some time to process this?”
A determined look falls over his face. “I need to know everything,”
Jace and Jax fill him in on everything they told me, only they go into more detail and really break things down so both Damon and I can understand what they’re saying.
When they’re done explaining, Damon doesn’t look shocked anymore. He looks pissed off.
“That son of a bitch,” he seethes.
“Do you have any sort of relationship or rapport with him?” Killian asks. “Any idea why he’d do this?”
Damon shakes his head and leans more heavily against me. “No. I’ve met him and have seen him in passing a few times, but we’ve never had a conversation or anything. Almost everything I know about him is stuff my sisters have told me.”
“What about your stepmom?” Felix asks. “Is it possible he’s doing this for her?”
“I imagine she would benefit from your death,” Killian says.
Damon nods, looking more than a little shell-shocked as his anger fades. “She’d inherit everything when my father dies if I’m not around.”
“That’s a pretty powerful motive, considering what I know about your father’s financials and the extent of his business holdings,” Jace says.
