“Yes.”
I exhale once.
Sharp.
Controlled.
“Then we’re out of time.”
I lean forward, resting my forearms on my knees.
“Pull every name tied to the contractor. Every cousin, every shell company, every money trail.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want to know exactly how my mother paid for this.”
A pause.
“And you, sir?”
“I’m already en route.”
I end the call and stare at my reflection in the dark airplane window.
My father’s eyes stare back at me.
Cold.
Ruthless.
“Mother,” I murmur quietly.
“You should have listened to me.”
Because now…
I’m not racing to stop you.
I’m coming to end you.
4
Saint
We hurry so Laney won’t have to see the body again.
Wolf handles that.
Havoc handles the perimeter.
Trigger handles the town police, because the Sheriff is Harper’s father and things move faster when family is involved.
I handle my new family.
Laney and Emmy are moved to the safe room behind the old whiskey storage wall.
Steel door.
