I sit again.“I’m getting security on you.”
“You don’t have to?—”
“Not negotiable.”I cross my arms.“Falcon’s guys.He’ll grumble and then send a small army.Dad has a detail.You get one too.”
He stares at me for a second but then nods.“Okay.”
I’m not telling him everything.My brother doesn’t need to know that Diego Vega is likely still alive.And still fucking with our father.
I lean forward.“You did good, Eagle.You followed the wrong smell into the right room.You found something I don’t think we were supposed to find.”
“That’s flattering and terrifying.”He exhales.
I squeeze Eagle’s forearm.“I’ll be back later.”
“Don’t set anything on fire,” he says.
The words hit too close to the coordinates in my pocket.“I’ll do my best.”
“Hey, Hawk?”
I turn at the door.
“If Vega saved us once,” he says, “what did he make Dad pay with?”
I don’t answer because the nurse enters.
And because I don’t know.
Yet.
