"That was what the asshole outside your apartment was referring to." Woody pointed an accusing finger in Forrest's direction. "He wanted Sable. He must have been pissed off when the senator took her."
"Word is, he was happy to learn the man was dead," Urban said.
"Not as happy as I was." Noah finished his sandwich and reached for another. "That guy was next on my shit list. Whoever killed him saved me the trouble. Was that you?" He pointed the sandwich at Woody."
"It might have been," Woody said evasively.
"If it was, nice work." Noah toasted him with the sandwich before biting into it.
"Your plan is to go after Gregor Quinn?" I asked.
"That's exactly what we're going to do," Forrest agreed. "Before anyone says it, we aren't using Sable as bait. Not this time."
I opened my mouth to argue, but found I didn't have the words. After what happened last time, I was reluctant to offer myself up on a silver platter again. Not unless it was necessary.
"I want to take part," I said finally. "He was responsible for taking Savannah. I owe him one."
"We all owe him several," Urban said.
"We could draw straws to decide who owes him the most," Leif said. "Or we could start making a plan. Forrest, how is that idea of yours coming along?"
"It's coming along nicely," Forrest said. He finally helped himself to a sandwich. "We're going to need your help." He turned his gaze to his brothers.
"Of course you are." Urban smirked. "You're not bringing down this prick without Noah and me."
"Exactly," Noah agreed. "In that order, too. Me. Then Urban."
Urban rolled his eyes at him.
"Okay, so," Noah said. "What are we doing?"
"This might be a really good time to leave the room," Woody said to no one in particular. "Before Forrest fucks our lives up with some harebrained scheme."
"You can sit this out if you want to," Forrest said without glancing at him.
"The hell I can," Woody tangled his fingers in his dark hair and shook his head. "Anyone working with the senator is an enemy of mine. I want to take part in the ass kicking. Besides,you know how this goes. If you don't include me, it'll be a shit show."
"Then stay and listen," Forrest suggested. "This plan is going to have to be flawless, carefully planned and executed."
"I love that word," Noah grinned. "Executed." He slashed a hand in front of his throat.
"It's accurate," Forrest said.
"It sure is, big bro," Noah offered him a fist bump.
Forrest regarded his hand for a moment before bumping his hand against his younger brother's.
If I had to guess, I'd think Urban and Noah were at least ten years younger than Forrest. They couldn't have been much older than his sons. That made them a handful of years older than me.
They were both attractive in their own way, but not like Forrest was. He had the kind of face I wanted to look at for hours. But these two? They'd help me make sure Savannah was safe. After we dealt with Gregor Quinn, she could go back to living her life. I could get on with mine. Finally put the past behind me, where it belonged.
Assuming we all lived long enough for that to happen.
"Okay, the first thing we need is…" Forrest started.
CHAPTER 12
SABLE
