He’d always side with Ethan—no matter what.
“Very well, Ethan Jackson Blackhawk,” he said again.
Ethan just sighed.
Only, Timothy didn’t get to reply because Callen came into the room, and he looked concerned.
They all glanced over.
Uh-oh.
That’s when he gave them a heads-up.
“I’m sorry, but I have to leave,” he admitted. “Sorry about dinner, Granddad.”
The man went there, and Timothy knew it wasn’t his finest moment.
“Booty call?” Timothy asked.
Callen stayed calm.
Ethan gave him props for that. He would have peppered a response with sarcasm dripping in venom. Then, he would have flipped the table over and slapped an old man.
But he was the bad ‘son’, so…
He was just bitchy like that, and this place brought it out in him.
“No, Timothy. One of my deputies found something alarming, and this is work-related. Trust me, I wouldn’t miss this fun little dinner party from Hell for anything,” he stated, snarkily. “How often do I get to see my brother tear you a new one and you keep pushing him like you have no common sense?”
Only, what he said prior to the last part made his brother curious. It was rare that anything bad happened here other than drugs, alcohol, or, like Callen previously mentioned, domestic violence.
Now, Ethan lifted a brow.
“What did he find?”
Callen was to the point.
“Apparently, he is standing near three dead bodies in a pile off the side of one of the less-used roads near the bogs. A Native flagged him down after he found them.”
Ethan was surprised.
Yeah, he hadn’t expected that answer.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah, so I have to get there. There’s no doubt the hunter is now tellingEVERYONEabout it, and it will be only a matter of time before the chief makes an appearance to try and annoy me. You know how trifling the old Natives are when they want to get up in your business.”
Well, that was problematic for a bunch of reasons, and they all knew it.
As Callen pulled on his coat, Ethan got up and met him at the coat rack.
“I’ll come with you.”
His brother lifted his brow.
“Why?” he asked. “This is a reservation issue. You can stay here with Granddad.”
Oh, Ethan would rather lick a light socket than stay and have dinner. Timothy was annoying him, and he needed to get the fuck out of here.
