The line went quiet, but I didn’t bother to check the connection. I knew Sal. He was mulling over all the different reasons why I would be spying on his sister.
“Why?”
“How much do you want to know?”
“Is this personal or business?” I stopped walking at his question. I wouldn’t lie to him. I’d never actually lied to Sal. We’d all kept things from him until he needed to know, but never outright lied to him.
“Both.”
“Something I should know about? She is my sister.”
“I’m headed back to the office. I’ll explain everything when I get there. Have Duncan and Mac there too.”
I disconnected the phone. It was time to shit or get off the fucking pot. Sal and I needed to work this shit out because my life wasn’t worth a damn without Caity in it. And I was ready to make a move.
By the time I returned to the office, Mac met me at the elevator.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Nope. But it’s got to be done.”
Mac nodded and followed me to Sal’s office. Duncan was already there, sitting in the corner with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
“Little early, don’t you think?”
“Not when you call the boss asking for permission to stalk his sister,” he answered, taking a big sip from his glass.
“I’m not stalking her. For Christ’s sake, Duncan.”
“Then explain to me why you want cameras in her home, invading her privacy,” Sal demanded, his eyes cold as he stared at me, waiting for my answer.
“You know I’ve been looking into everyone. Well, I found a record from an abortion clinic.”
“She got a fuckin’ abortion?” Sal ground out, his teeth clenched tightly.
“No. It was almost thirty years ago. She wasn’t even there looking for information about abortion but, like you, I jumped to conclusions and went over to confront her.”
“Why was she at a clinic then? Why not see the regular doctor?” Mac asked.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Duncan gulp down the rest of his whiskey before standing and pouring another glass. He took the second glass and set it on the desk in front of Sal.
“Drink,” he commanded.
“What?” Sal looked up at him.
“If he’s about to say what I think he is, you’re gonna need a drink. So drink!” He tapped his finger in front of the glass, and Sal looked at me. My face must have confirmed something because he lifted the glass and drank the contents, setting the empty glass on the desk.
“Tell me.”
“She went to get tested.”
“For what?” Sal asked. I rolled my eyes and wondered how this man was in charge. Yes, he was the heir who’d killed his father and taken over, but for all his bluster, he was fucking stupid when it came to family.
“For an STD,” Mac confirmed.
A beat passed before his words registered in Sal’s brain. He swiped up the empty glass and threw it across the room, where it shattered against the wall.
“That was when she found out about Maddie,” I quickly added. “The reason I want the cameras is that while I was there, she received a suspicious phone call.”
