“Meaning?”
“Meaning President Devere showed up at Brackton’s apartment the night he died.”
“Devere was there when the fucker got shot? How is that not in the papers?!”
“I don’t know.” I blinked when the car behind me honked as the stoplight turned green. “They clearly swept it under the rug. It was in that blog, though.I Told You So.”
“Where you going with this, Stan?”
I was quiet for a long time before I remarked, “I don’t do politics.”
“But you will with me? I’m honored.”
“I’m the fists, Star. My opinions matter little.”
She sniffed. “We can agree to disagree. There’s a reason I’ll only talk to you, Stan. I can’t stand your siblings, and I already see enough of your brother for my liking.”
My lips curved into a rueful grin. “Thanks, Star.”
“No probs. Okay, whacky professor, where’s your mind at?”
“It’s out there…”
“Ooooh, my fave theories are.”
“What do you know about Devere’s links to the Albanians?”
Her swift inhalation told me she knew a lot.
Go big or go home…“Everyone needs unofficial foot soldiers when you have as many dirty secrets as our president does. The Albanians sure became a problem real fast...”
“Holy fuck!”
SIXTEEN
KITTY
“Is this the quietest Kitty’s ever been, Lucas?”
I scowled at Cade then doubled down by pinning my oldest sibling with a glower.
Not that I had to pin him hard. We were stuck in traffic and they’d shoved me in the back seat, where kids’ safety locks on the doors kept me in place.
“You kidnapped me from work,” I seethed. “You chumps!”
“You needed kidnapping. What the fuck happened to your face? You shouldn’t have been at the hospital?—”
“I quit!”
“You were quitting?” Lucas boomed, twisting around to gawk at me. “What the hell’s going on with you? You spend a few days in Key West and come home a different person!”
“I have another job lined up.” I hated that my derisive tone didn’t pack its regular punch.
Tired, aching, sore, I just wanted back in that tub of Stan’s more than I wanted a pint of ice cream in my stomach.
“What kind of job? Why is this the first time we’ve heard about it?” Cade’s confused frown would have been endearing if I didn’t want to throat punch him—he’d been the one to lift me over his shoulder.
Which had hurt, thank you very much.
