“You look like hell,” I say when Ronan appears, taking in the sight of his disheveled hair and the five o’clock shadow of stubble covering his jaw.
“You try sharing a bed with a pregnant woman for a night. You won’t sleep a wink.”
“I don’t need to know the details of your sex life, brother.”
He groans, collapsing into an armchair and raking a hand through his hair. “Trust me, it’s a miracle if Ciara so much as lets me hold her hand at this point. So, you better have a good reason for waking me up.”
“I found something.”
“Of course, you have.”
“Just listen. I found a recent charge on one of Cormac’s accounts to a storage unit in Albany. From the looks of it, he’s been paying for it for years.”
That information seems to be enough to wake Ronan up. He straightens, a crease forming between his eyebrows as he looks at me. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. Now tell me that isn’t at least a little suspicious. The guy has been out of the state for the past few years. Why the fuck would he have a storage unit in Albany of all places?”
Silence settles between us, but I can tell from the look on Ronan’s face that I’m on to something.
He exhales. “All right. You’re right. It could be something.”
“I know I am.”
Ronan shoots me a glare. “It’s worth checking out. But you’ll have to be the one to do it. I’m not leaving Ciara right now, and you’re more thorough than Brennan.”
“I’ll head out now. I can be there in a few hours.”
“Fine. Keep me updated.”
“Will do.”
I’m about to get to my feet when Ronan holds up a hand.
“Wait here.” He slips out of the office.
He reappears a few minutes later, carrying a leather carry-on.
“What’s that?”
“Some supplies.” He tosses the bag down onto the desk. “Just in case.”
I quickly unzip it to find a stash of cash, two Glocks, and a burner phone.
“I didn’t think there would be anything to find?” My voice drips with sarcasm.
“You need to be careful, Kieran. When you get like this with your tunnel vision, it makes it all too easy for something to slip through the cracks. For all we know, Cormac is being set up, and you’re about to walk into a trap.”
“I like my chances.”
“You always do, and that’s the problem.”
Ronan leaves without another word, and I let out a breath before shutting down my laptop and packing up my things.
If I get on the road within the next thirty minutes, I can get to the storage unit before sunrise. My head is already there, working through possible outcomes of what I’ll find in that locker.
Riley’s going to be pissed when she wakes up and realizes I’ve left, so I scribble a note to leave beside the bed, promising her I’ll be back soon.
The quicker I check out this storage unit, the quicker I can get back to her.
