The boss, or asshole number one as I referred to him now, pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
“There’s nothing here,” he spoke into the phone. “Ken thinks she might have them with her. Which means you’re closer to the files than we are.”
Asshole number one listened for a moment before he said, “You want us to wait here for her to come back?”
Fuck no, you won’t be waiting.I was on the verge of calling in Oscar when I heard asshole number one concede. “Okay, we’ll get out of here before she comes back. But she’ll know we were here.”
He looked at his men and circled his finger in the air, telling them it was time to go.
“No problem. If we need to come back, I have very effective ways of making her talk.”
Son of a bitch!
“Okay.” He ended the call and looked at his men.
“What does she want us to do?” asshole number three asked.
“Doesn’t matter. Let’s get to the restaurant. We’ll follow her home and make sure she tells us everything we need to know.”
I called Liam as the men walked out the front door of Eamon’s house. They looked up and down the street before taking off their masks, and I quickly snapped a picture of each man.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Get Caity and get out of there now. Don’t make a scene. Don’t draw attention, and don’t let anyone but her know there is a problem.”
“You want me to bring her home?”
“No, take her to my place,” I told him. “And, Liam...”
“Yeah, boss?”
“Not a fuckin’ word to anyone.”
“You got it.”
I cut the call and waited for the men to disappear. I quickly climbed out of my car and rushed to Caity’s door. The sons of bitches didn’t even bother locking the front door.
I slipped inside and quickly moved to the pantry, retrieving the files she’d hidden there, then moved to each spot she thought would be safe. By the time I was done, I had six files in my hands.
I considered looking through them but decided to wait until I got home. I couldn’t take the risk of them coming back when they couldn’t find Caity. I stacked them together and made my way back to my car.
“What the fuck did you do, Caity?”
I started the car and drove home. Pulling into the garage under my apartment, I took the elevator to the top floor. Duncan and Sal both had brownstones. Mac and I lived in penthouse apartments close to the center of town.
When the elevator doors opened into my living room, I went directly to the kitchen and spread the files out on the island in the middle of the room. Opening the first file, I tilted my head, not believing what my eyes were looking at.
I had just opened the fifth file when the elevator door dinged and opened to a very angry Caity being hauled in by Liam.
“Liam McGuire, I swear to Christ if you don’t let go of my arm right now...” Her words trailed off when she saw me. “Cian, what the fuck is going on?”
I strolled toward the woman I’d loved for nearly forty years and snarled, “Why don’t you fuckin’ tell me?!”
Chapter Twelve
Caity
I stepped out my front door and swore I could feel eyes on me. I peered down the street in both directions, looking for cars that didn’t seem familiar, and wondered at what point I had started to think of it as my home and not my father’s.
