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“I’ve been called worse.”
“If you won’t spill his story, how about you tell us yours?”
“Oh, my friend.” He shook his head. “You’ll never have a high enough clearance for that.”
The door to Gabe’s office opened and my head snapped to his. Unfortunately, his facial expression gave nothing away as he lifted his chin in a sign for us to join them. Luc, who’d been standing back watching the interaction between myself and Palmer, placed his hand on my shoulder.
“Whatever it is. We’ve got both your backs.”
“Appreciate it, Fratello.”
Gabe had the largest office of the four of us, though it seemed more like the size of a prison cell when there were six people crammed inside. Or perhaps it wasn’t the lack of ventilation which stifled the air around us.
“Have a seat, Brother,” he instructed.
Duncan split off to unite with his colleagues on the far side of the room, while my brothers and I took up residence near the door. I appreciated, more than I could say, the fact that Gabe kept us near the exit, knowing there was an easy escape should I require one. It also didn’t bode well for the upcoming conversation.
“Do you know the name Simon Renshaw?” Waverly posed the question as soon as my ass hit the chair. The name sounded familiar but it wasn’t until Luc answered did the pieces start to click into place.
“Wasn’t he the CEO of that international security company turned serial killer?”
“Correct. What I’m about to tell you next is classified information and doesn’t leave this room.”
Gabe speared me with a look, one which begged for me to keep my shit tight, before I agreed to her request.
“Meet Calvin Renshaw,” she nodded toward Clarke. “Simon’s only son and the person who turned over every bit of evidence the federal government needed ten years ago to ensure his one-way trip to the electric chair.”
“Holy fuck.” I ran my fingers through my hair.
“Un-fucking-believable,” Luc muttered.
“It seems, my young protégé,” Duncan spoke up, “while well-meaning, somehow got it into his feeble mind that Quattro was fraudulent.”
“Hey,” Keaton interjected.
“Zip it, kid.” Duncan smacked him upside the head. “You’ve caused enough problems with your bullshit. Maybe I should let del Toro finish what he started out there.”
“So let me get this straight.” I tried to stand, but the grip Gabe put on my shoulders was firm. He didn’t have to worry though. As much as I wanted to beat this kid bloody, another part of me felt sorry for him. “You’ve been trailing me in hopes of uncovering nefarious activity?”
“Something like that,” he mumbled, looking everywhere except in my eyes.
“How’d that work out for you?” Luc snarled, obviously not experiencing the same degree of sympathy as myself.
“Where are these pictures you took of my girlfriend?” I asked before he could answer. “My verypregnantgirlfriend.”
“Here.” Waverly handed over a manila envelope.
There were only three photos inside, but the one of Quin handing over what looked like an envelope full of cash to two well-known druggies was the most damning.
“Don’t jump to any conclusions, Alec.” Gabe squeezed my shoulder.
Too late.
Quinlan
To A Tea was unusually slow all day, which didn’t help the fact I was dog-ass tired. I was also in a foul mood, which couldn’t be blamed on pregnancy hormones. It was the same anytime I had to deal with the bio-assholes, but hopefully they’d be nothing more than a bad memory soon.
When I returned home, Mom was waiting with a cup of peppermint tea and a fire in her eyes I hadn’t witnessed in quite a while.
