“She said the girl was a problem,” the man says nervously. “That it needed to be… resolved.”
The girl.
Laney.
My jaw tightens.
“How many teams?” I ask.
“Two. One is already stateside.”
My vision narrows.
“When?”
“Within forty-eight hours. Maybe less.”
I end the call and stare at the wall without seeing it.
For months, I have been trying to find Laney.
Not to threaten her.
Not to hurt her.
To warn her. She’s my sister, I would never hurt her. It’s not her fault what her mother and my father did. It’s their fault, but they are both gone.
When my father died, my mother’s grief turned into something poisonous. I think she has always had this poison running in her veins; she was always hard to live with.
She blamed the girl.
Blamed her mother.
Blamed them for everything.
I told her to leave Laney alone.
She smiled and said she had.
She lied.
She always lies.
I grab my jacket.
My gun.
“She thinks she’s erasing a mistake,” I mutter.
She has no idea what she’s started.
I call my head of security.
“Cancel every contract we have that isn’t airtight.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And quietly find out who she hired.”
