She broke it.
“Who’s this kid you got recruited to help?”
“Listen, I’m sorry you had a shit trip, but maybe weshould—”
“Dutch, you haven’t asked me where I live.”
He felt his brows go up because he hadn’t.
“Did Carolyn tell you?”she asked.
“No,” he grunted.
“So, where are you taking me?”
And now her words were threaded with humor, which was almostprettier than hearing her say his name for the first time.
“On autopilot,” he muttered.
“Because I came off the plane and acted like a bitch?Orbecause your work with this kid somehow got sidetracked?”
He wasn’t going to answer that.
“You’re headed in the right direction anyway.I live inGovernor’s Park,” she told him.
“Great,” he mumbled.
“It’s the kid,” she decreed.
She wanted it?
He’d give it to her.
“Yeah.Seventeen.One-hundred-and-forty-nine IQ, and he’sbeen tested, so that’s not a guess.Scholarships lined up to top schools.And Imeantop.Top in terms of MIT.His dad gets murdered, the cops can’tfind who did it, he’s so pissed at the world, he wants off the grid.And he’sheaded that way.”
“Your dad,” she whispered, correctly ascertaining why he’dbeen recruited.
It could be Jag shared with Carolyn and Carolyn shared withGeorgiana.
But it definitely wasBlood, Guts and Brotherhood.
Graham Black, his father’s story was out there.
Everyone knew.
Or at least everyone who’d seen that film.
What everyone didn’t know was right then, in the cab of histruck, sitting next to a gorgeous but paradoxical woman, he was wearing theleather cut his father was wearing when he’d had his throat slit.
“Yup,” he grunted.
“How did this kid’s dad get murdered?”she asked.
“They live in a duplex.Him, that being Carlyle, his littlesister, mom, dad, and it’s the middle of the night, and the dad hears a racketcoming from the other side.The mom calls the cops, but the noises aren’t good,so the dad grabs a baseball bat and heads over.Busts in.Tears up to thebedroom.He’s shot dead interrupting an attempted rape.”
“Oh my God,” she breathed in horror.
“That about sums it up,” he agreed.
