Timothy would make sure they did.
“Yes, my boy. Hey, why don’t you stay with me for a few weeks?” he asked. “I could use some company.”
Callen was relieved.
“Thank you, Dad,” he said. “I would like that.”
Timothy reassured him.
“Me too, my boy. Me too,” he admitted.
And he would. After meddling, and doing what needed to be done, Timothy knew the truth. One day, they would all be angry with him. There would be times they hated him.
But it mattered.
All of this was important.
One day, they’d see.
And that was all that mattered. The Blackhawk bloodline had to continue.
No.
Matter.
What.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
The Tipsy Easel
Interview
Four P.M.
When they arrived at the painting studio, it was chaos outside. Themediawas there, and they were trying to get to the peopleINSIDEthe place.
Well, so much for not being where they were. This was one hell of an annoyance since Gene had hoped to evade the media for most of today.
Now, that definitely wasn’t happening.
As they parked, Gene sighed.
“Okay, I’m going to get their attention, and I want you and Dannie to get into the place. I’ll make a break for it when I can give the vultures something to pick to death.”
Ethan didn’t like that idea.
He’d been shot at already once, and this was a problem for him. He liked his man without holes, and being out in the open gave the mad shooter a target.
HIS MAN.
“Gene.”
Because he knew where this was going, he put his hand on his thigh.
“I’m aware now, and I want you inside where it’s safe,” he stated. “I have this.”
The detective offered to buy them time.
