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“I’d bet my money on him. Yes.”
“You took your father coffee, Eric. The police are going to blame you.”
“I’m willing to bet the drug won’t show up on any test. Not unless I’m being framed and that’s not likely, not at this point. And if I wanted him dead, I wouldn’t have called an ambulance or did what I could to ensure he kept breathing.”
“You made me think you were going to kill him. You saved his life by showing up.” No sooner than I say those words, does my heart jackhammer.
“Will the assassin go after my mother?”
“Your mother is well protected. I know how important she is to you.”
“I know you do,” I whisper, aware that he lost his mother, that he knows how much I fear losing mine. “But we’re talking about assassins here, Eric. They came at me. They got to your father.”
“They won’t get to your mother.”
“But do you think they’ll go after her?”
“At this point, we have to assume yes, and protect her.”
“The minute she knows your father’s in the hospital, she’ll come here. She’ll come right to the assassin. Maybe that’s the plan. Does she know about your father yet? If she does—”
“We won’t let your mother come here. And no, she doesn’t know yet. I talked to Savage on the way over here. Blake is controlling the flow of information, using their connections to law enforcement to help us. He’s talked to the police about the man he caught on film. They know about the safety concerns.”
“Are we all targets? Is that what’s happening? Your father was distracting us while he tried to fix what couldn’t be fixed because the union or the mob, or whoever they’ve pissed off, was already too angry? They now want everyone who is a Kingston dead?”
“That idea has crossed my mind,” he agrees, “but the mob wants to get paid. They don’t get paid if we’re all dead.”
“Isaac and Gigi seem like prime suspects.”
“Again, I’ll put my money on Issac.”
“So what’s next?”
“We protect everyone and wait and see what Isaac does next.”
“And if he does nothing?”
“A son who does nothing while his father is dying—that is something, not nothing.”
His phone buzzes with a text and he snakes his phone from his pocket, glancing at the message and cursing. “Grayson’s at the hospital.” He shoves his phone back into his pocket. “He’s trying to make himself a damn target for the press, the police, and anyone who wants to burn me.”
“Isn’t the Walker team watching over him?”
“Yes, but that’s not the point. He’s making their job harder.”
“He loves you the way Isaac was supposed to love you, Eric. Of course, he’s there. Of course, he doesn’t care about being a target. Just like I don’t care about anything right now but protecting you and my mother.”
“Grayson has an empire to protect and everyone inside that empire that depends on it for their livelihood.” He punches in an autodial on his phone and in what can’t be more than one ring, he says, “Blake, keep the press away from Grayson.” He listens a moment. “No. Not here. I’ll come there.” He pauses. “Yes. Fuck. I’ll bring her.” He disconnects. “The police called Isaac. Walker still has eyes on him and we need to go to the hospital.”
“What was that about bringing me? Blake wants you to bring me with you?”
“Yes. I don’t want you in the middle of that mess at the hospital, but he’s right. You need to be there showing concern.”
My cellphone rings in my pocket and I check the caller ID. “Gigi,” I say urgently. “Gigi’s calling me.”
“Let it go to voicemail. We need to leave.”
I nod and shove the phone back inside my pocket. Eric snags my hand and pulls me to my feet. “Go get your coat and whatever else you need. We need to leave now.”
