I take a drink of my champagne and try to focus my thoughts on Riley.
The music has changed to something more mellow, and I look over at the dance floor to see her talking with Oscar.
He wasn’t my first choice of wedding guest, but seeing as Riley puts up with all of my obnoxious brothers, I guess I have to put up with hers.
“You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
I blink and look to my right to find Cormac.
“I always do these days.”
Cormac dips his chin.
I smile. “Had enough of Brennan’s shit talking, so you decided to come and bother me instead?”
Cormac huffs a laugh as he tucks his hands into his pockets.
“Something like that.”
I pull out a chair and take a seat. “Out with it. What’s going on?”
We might be on speaking terms again, but it appears that my brother still has a hard time confiding in me, which hurts more than I care to admit.
He takes the seat beside me. “I’ve been keeping tabs on a few things.” He keeps his eyes downcast as he fiddles with his cufflinks. “I got in touch with an old friend in LA and had him watching some of Lorcan’s old accounts.”
The name alone sends a chill crawling down my spine.
Even after all these months without so much as a whisper of activity, I can’t shake the feeling that Lorcan is right behind us, watching our every move and waiting for the perfect time to strike.
“And?” I press.
Cormac exhales slowly, his voice lower now. “There’s been movement on the East Coast. A withdrawal this morning from one of his dormant accounts for six figures was linked to a bank in San Diego.”
I straighten in my seat.
“You’re sure it’s him?”
“As sure as I can be without seeing him myself. It’s the same alias Lorcan used on the West Coast when he was laundering money through the docks years ago. I cross-checked it with some old records.”
My heart rate picks up.
“This could be the break we’ve been waiting for.”
“Exactly.”
“It’s about time we had a lead, but we can’t afford not to follow up on this.” I knock back my champagne.
There’s a half-empty bottle in a cooler on the table, so I grab it and pour myself another glass.
“Want some?”
Cormac shakes his head.
“I was thinking I could go and check it out.” He pulls out his phone to check the time.
“Now?”
Cormac sets his phone on the table and glances over at the dance floor where Brennan is locked in some sort of dance-off with Mila.
