Mo followed his gaze. “Should deter anyone tonight. We have heavy snow forecast. The team have nothing to report.”
That was the kind of news Red was pleased to hear. He stepped back to let them in. They stripped off their coats and hung them on the hooks by the door.
Ronan grinned at Kit. “Ready to work out?”
“You’re going down,” Kit promised.
“I guess you’re not doing yoga,” Red said.
“Not yoga,” Ronan agreed, but he didn’t explain any further. Kit just grinned at him.
Should Red worry? He decided to let this play out and patch up the injuries later.
Red didn’t broachthe subject that had been worrying him until they had coffee in front of them and had discussed the results of the patrol. To Red’s relief everything was fine, there were no signs of unknown tracks or footprints on Mo’s property.
He heard thumps and grunts from the bedroom but no one screamed, so he guessed they had to know what they were doing. Mo ignored the noises coming from the bedroom.
He took a long swallow of coffee and eyed Mo across the table.
Mo raised an eyebrow. “Spit it out, man. I ain’t got all day.”
Red didn’t bother to ask how he knew. Mo was that kind of guy. “Do you know a Daddy called Eric?”
Mo stiffened, his lips pressed together. “I do,” Mo said, and the tension rolled off him. “Or rather, did. Eric Strada.”
“I don’t know his last name.” Red didn’t know the name but from the way Mo reacted, the guy wasn’t popular.
“Why do you want to know about him?”
“Kit said the guy gave him bad vibes. I wondered if you knew him.”
“Was Kit involved with him?”
Red got the feeling the answer was important.
“Briefly,” Kit said behind them.
Red turned and Kit joined him. Red tugged him down to the seat next to him.
Kit’s face was flushed and sweaty. “I came out for water.”
Ronan stood in the doorway, but he didn’t try to join them.
“I tried a few sessions with him. It was my first time.” Kit looked embarrassed. “There was something off about him. He made me nervous. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude.”
Mo shook his head. “Kit, your instincts were spot on. Did he hurt you?”
“Not much.”
Red turned to him. “He hurt you? You didn’t tell me that.”
Kit shrank back a little. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. Honest.”
This Daddy was dead meat. Red was going to have him for hurting his boy.
Mo gave him a shrewd look. “Red, get it under control. Strada was an abuser. He hurt boys here and in San Francisco. Look, I can’t tell you much, but Quinn’s boy was one of his victims.”
Kit’s eyes went wide. “He hurt Cade Connolly?”
