“What is it?” Aurora demanded.
“Who’s on the line?” Luc growled.
I ignored the pair of them. “How long has she been in the hospital? Have you kept an eye on the doors?”
“Yeah, but she didn’t come out the front. And it’s been around a half hour?”
I scanned the call log on my phone. “She contacted me ten minutes ago.”
“Kitty’s gone missing again?!” Luciu’s fist bounced off the table. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Hunter put a trace on her cell phone,” Rory inserted calmly as I whipped around to glower at her. “Be grateful he did.”
Unapologetically, Hunter tapped his cell a couple times, then slid it over the dinner table.
Mostly pissed that I hadn’t thought to ask him first, I scanned the map then frowned when I saw where the blue dot bobbed.
“Where is she?”
I scowled at Luc’s interruption. “You remember her address, Luigi?”
“Sure do, boss.”
“Head there. Knock on the door and make sure she’s all right, then wait out front.”
“She’s gone home?”
“Yeah. It looks like it.” I didn’t understand what the fuck had happened to make her change her mind about returning here in those ten minutes. “See you soon. I’m on my way.”
Once I ended the call, I picked up my chair and shrugged into the jacket I’d hung on the back of it.
“Luc, has O’Donnelly Jr. gotten in touch?”
“No. Why?”
“She asked Star Sullivan to keep what happened the other night on the down-low. Wondered if she’d stuck to her promise.”
Rory’s brow furrowed. “Why would Kitty do that?”
“Because she wanted to recuperate here. She didn’t want her family to see her like…” I wafted a hand in front of my face.
“But she’s going home now?” Hunter questioned, equally perplexed.
“Yeah. I don’t get it. That last call, she was coming back here. What the fuck changed between then and now is beyond me.”
I rang her but she didn’t answer, which was a concern in and of itself.
When I dialed Star’s number, she answered with a grouchy, “I was going to call you but?—”
“But, what? You had to get your nails done?”
“Oooh, someone’s bitchy today. No,actually, I just got out of a meeting. Some of usdowork. She’s safe. I tried to head them off but Aidan insisted.
“You know, for someone who helped burn down a cathedral, he’s a little too much of a choir boy for me sometimes.”
Seeing as my brother and I had handed Aidan Jr. the archbishop who’d been murdered within said BBQ in the city’s cathedral, I was in no position to judge.
Instead, I cleared my throat. “So, she’s with her brothers?”
