Sinclair didn’t respond. I hadn’t expected him to. He leaned back in his chair and waited for me to continue. I opened my purse and pulled out the packet of papers I’d hidden inside the lining.
Stepping forward, I placed them on his desk. His eyes never left mine as I stepped back.
“I can never thank you enough for what you did for my daughter. This seemed the only way to come close.”
“Does your brother know you are here?”
“No one knows I’m here except your receptionist,” I said, letting him know I didn’t trust the woman out front.
Sinclair leaned forward and picked up the stack of papers. He flipped through them, his expression never changing. “Is this everything?”
“Everything that involves you and your family.”
Sinclair continued looking through the information. “Am I to assume you’ve read these?”
“I have.”
“And do I have your assurance that the information on these pages will stay with you and you alone?” He glanced up at me with a look of animosity and expectation. He wasn’t asking me to keep his secrets. He was demanding it.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew how the game was played. I’d been playing it for years longer than he had.
“This was a thank you for what you did for my daughter and my grandson. But make no mistake, Sinclair. If the information I gave you were needed to protect my family, I wouldn’t hesitate to use it.”
He stared at me as if he were gauging my intent. Studying my composure, looking for a weakness. My weakness was my daughter and grandson, but it was also my greatest strength. Because, like any other mama bear, I would do whatever I had to, including giving up my own life, to protect my cubs.
Chapter Nineteen
Cian
I rubbed my eyes as I stared at the screen. I’d been digging into this recorded file trying to find where it originated, while also digging into every man that was in Louisiana the night Kelley was killed.
For a third time.
There was nothing. Not even about McCoy.
Freyja was right. McCoy was standoffish, giving off a vibe that made you wonder if he could be trusted. But he’d never given us a reason not to trust him. And there was nothing in his background that even hinted that he wasn’t exactly who he said he was.
His parents were high school sweethearts, married right after college. His father was a soldier, and aside from never trying to move up, he was highly regarded.
What were we missing?
Who had made the recording from the warehouse and how did they know we would be there? I picked up my phone and dialed Ronan.
“Hey, boss, what can I do for you?”
“Caity received an audio recording from the night we found out Maddie was my daughter.” The other end of the line was quiet aside from shuffling feet, followed by the click of a door closing.
“How the fuck was there a recording?” Ronan asked.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. I dug into everyone that was there, and except for our guest, everyone is clean.”
“Shit.”
I sat up straighter at Ronan’s curse. “What?”
“Let me look into something and I’ll get back to you.”
“Ronan, what the fuck are thinking?” I snapped.
