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“I thought you hated the place.”

“I do.”

Dealing with Kenton Morley had always been an exercise in patience.

“I’m trying to figure out why Zach Walsh, a man whose family name is splashed across the town, works for a guy like Tyler. I did some digging—”

“As did I.”

Kenton cleared his throat. “I said I did some digging. Cornering the guy and threatening his life if he so much as walks on the same side of the street as Toni or Alessandra is not what I’d call digging.”

Lawrence smiled, unable to help himself. “So you heard about that?”

“I did. The guy nearly lost his lunch when I pulled him aside the other day.”

Good.

“Was he there tonight?”

“No.” Kenton put down his drink. “This was not just your average break-in.”

“We already agreed to that, but—”

“The tie to his grandmother . . . I don’t like it.”

Neither did he. “You’ve been watching him?”

“As we discussed. He’s been mostly minding his own business. I even paid a visit to the grandmother whom he apparently lives with—”

“Kenton . . .”

“I didn’t kill her.”

“Jesus, I would hope not.”

“I didn’t even talk to the woman. But I did discover the family’s also the same Walsh from Walsh Building and Walsh Electric.”

How had he not considered that connection? Both were well known in the town . . . he just hadn’t considered the construction worker to be related to that particular Walsh family.

“What do you think that means?”

“Aside from the fact that he doesn’t need the money he didn’t steal?” Kenton finished his drink. “Of course, there will be plenty of time to explore this later. While I’m thrilled to see you, I’ll admit I’m surprised an indomitable Scottish clan chief would rather sit here with his enemy—”

“Former enemy.”

“Than the woman he loves.”

Kenton didn’t smile, and neither did he. The words carried a bite of truth.

He was about to respond when his pocket vibrated. One look at the name and he silently excused himself to Kenton, indicating he had to take the call.

“Hello?”

“Hold on,” his sister said over the distinct sound of police cars in the background.

Kenton must have picked up on his expression. Frowning, he crossed his arms and waited, as Lawrence did, for the news.

“Sorry. Torr just got caught up in the crowd and couldn’t find me.”