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“It’s fine.”

“Call me from your hotel.”

“I’ll probably call you from the airport.”

She laughed softly. “Fine.”

“I love you,” I murmured, looking up to see Lloyd coming in. “I’ll call you later.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SULLY

Ipacked on autopilot, grabbing a suit and everything needed and adding it all to a garment bag. My toiletry bag hadn’t been unpacked from visiting Roisin’s yet, so I threw that in and tossed in sleeping pants and a casual outfit. I always kept things to a minimum but decided to add a second suit in case something happened and I had to stay.

I was in a foul mood. The office had been crazy, even Lloyd was struggling to keep up with the constant interruptions. I hadn’t managed to read everything I needed to in order to catch up on the case, but I would do so at the airport and on the plane. I would have time once I got to the hotel as well.

I went into my home office to grab some cash from the safe hidden in the bookshelves since I hadn’t had a chance to go to the bank, and I wanted some for tips and small necessities. My phone rang while I was there, and I saw Niall’s name. I hit speaker, setting the phone on the shelf.

“Hey.”

“Sully.” Niall’s voice greeted me. “How are ya?”

I leaned against the desk, facing the bookshelves. “Fecking great. You?”

He laughed. “You sound like thunder.”

“I’m getting ready to catch a flight to Dublin.”

“Weren’t you just there, literally yesterday?”

“Indeed, I was. But the firm needs me back there to cover for another solicitor who is ill.”

“Ah. How did you find Mum?”

“Grand. Hearty, healthy. Full of stories to tell Autumn that made us all look bad.”

His chuckle was deep. “No doubt. She does the same with Anna and Una.”

“How are your womenfolk?”

“Great. Doing well.”

“I assume there is a reason for the call, not to simply say hello,” I stated dryly. A noise caught my ear, but hearing nothing else, I ignored it. No doubt it came from outside.

“Alan Blane.”

I tensed. “What of the fecker?” I growled. “Did you find him?”

“Yeah, we found of him. That’s not his real name. It’s one of many aliases he goes by. He’s done this before, Sully. He’s a serial stalker. He moves on, finds a new victim through work colleagues or people he befriends. We found three other names associated with him, and his real name is Calvin Dickens. He has a long rap sheet.” He paused. “He’s dangerous.”

“Motherfecker,” I swore. “Tell me.”

“Two other women filed complaints, and he disappeared. The third, not so lucky. He went after her. Took her and held her hostage. She escaped, but barely. He’s a fecking nutjob. His last name says it all.”

I lowered my head, shaking it as images of Autumn caught by him rolled through my mind.

“Now, the good news is we have no sightings of him. None. He may have walked away, but⁠—”