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“Just be vigilant, okay?” There’s no question—if I didn’t trust Tank with my family, they wouldn’t be leaving the house. I need to get this shit dealt with so normal life can resume. I laugh to myself as I head through the entrance hall. Normal life? What the fuck is that?
I open the door and step out, finding Goldie, Otto, and Ringo in one of the Mercs, waiting, and James perched on the bonnet on the Range Rover up front. No Otto. I mutter my disapproval under my breath as I walk down the steps, seeing Brad’s Merc pulling out of the gates down the driveway.
“Did he say anything?” I ask, approaching the car.
“Not a thing. Just slipped into his car and left.”
Weird. He’s absent again, although definitely not as grumpy. Maybe this thing with the lawyer is working out. Still, he’s supposed to be present, and he’s definitely not that. So he walked out of the house, saw all the men in the car, and didn’t think to ask where we’re going? I hum to myself, watching Fury pulling off to tail him. We shouldn’t be out on our own, and I can’t be bothered with a disagreement over that with Brad. So Fury’s just . . . there. At the club, at the boatyard. And we can’t take Brad to where we’re going. “You can drive,” I say to James, getting in the passenger seat. “Bluetooth?” I ask, prompting James to go to the screen.
“I’m connected. Wait up.” He disconnects his phone and connects mine. “You’re good.”
I call Ringo, resting my arm on the door. “Danny,” he grunts. “What’s the plan?”
“Today, Ringo, we kill lots of people.”
“I’m excited.”
I smile. “I want you three to drive up to Lake Harbor and check out the Escalade situation. And I mean, just check it out.”
“You said we get to kill today,” he grumbles.
“Patient, child,” I muse, as James laughs under his breath. “We need information first.” Like why the fuck a retired cop’s vehicle was involved in a drive-by on us. “We’re going to pay a little visit to Bean and then check out the factory units again.” I look out of my window, seeing Otto coming down the steps, a laptop in one hand, his jacket in the other.
He comes straight to my window, and I hit the button to let it down, glaring at him. “What?”
“Bean. He has three phones.”
“Oh?”
“One work, one personal, and one?—”
“Very personal?”
“I’m checking the records.”
“Let me know what you find. I’m hoping Higham’s back from his inconvenient holiday soon.” I’ve got to talk to him about Amber’s body, along with a few other things, the kind of things you don’t want to talk to a cop about over the phone. I raise the window and exhale, looking at James as he pulls off. “What do you think happened in the alley the night Nolan got hurt?”
He turns a frown my way. “Why?”
“Something feels off.”
He laughs a little. “Probably because something is always off. What’s off?”
“I don’t know. My brain’s always fucking aching lately. What do you make of Brad and Pearl?”
“I think she was momentarily enthralled by a big, bad-arse mafia boss saving her. Then she found out he’s a cunt.”
I chuckle. “And Brad?”
“I think he finds Pearl attractive.”
“Who wouldn’t?” I ask.
“You shouldn’t.”
“I’m just saying. She’s a woman. A beautiful young, smart, strong woman.”
“Something I’m sure hasn’t escaped Brad’s notice, either.” He pulls a left at the gates. “But the fact is, she’s twenty-one.”
