Declan: Why do you want his contact details, Shay?
Shay: Victoria needs to talk to him
Declan: Why?
I snatch the phone.
Shay: Uncle D!!!! Don’t ask questions when you know the answer
“You know they keep him in the dark about the shadier side of their business,” Shay excuses.
“He should know about this.”
Declan: Ah. Victoria.
When he forwards over the contact details a few minutes later, I type:
Shay: Thanks, Uncle D!
Declan: We’ll expect explanations
Shay:
Shay: I’ll call you later, Dad
“You literally saw him doing drugs!”
The small outburst has me addingjunkieto the list of adjectives describing Derek Dyers.
Callan murmurs, “You ever heard of BDSec?”
Shay and I share a look.
“Now isn’t the time to talk about a sex club, Callan.”
“Zach, my man. Read up on your friendly neighborhood porn menu. I said BDSec, not BDSM. It’s a white-hat collective!”
“How does he know about BDSec?” Shay hisses.
“I don’t know.” Both of us are well aware of who BDSec is. We also know that the leader out-and-out hates our Aunt Star. And her getting kidnapped and blackmailed a couple years ago hasn’t improved matters. “We need to keep a lid on this.”
As Shay nods, Callan continues, “I’ve long suspected it’s run by women. Just imagine if they got ahold of old Derek’s details. I tell you, the chaos will be delicious.”
I quickly turn in my chair, but it’s Shay who intrudes first by clearing his throat. “I hope you don’t think we’re eavesdropping?—”
“We totally were,” I butt in, then I shoot Denver a sympathetic look. Honestly, I wouldn’t wish this BS on my worst enemy. Especially with how popular Zach is—having watched him play hockey now, and without understanding the bulk of the game, I get the hype. “I’m sorry about the picture.”
“Not like you helped him do it.” Denver grits her teeth. “Or did you? I don’t even know anymore.”
“We definitely didn’t. But we know someone better than BDSec.”
“You’ve heard of them,” Callan chimes in, an admiring gleam in his eye.
“Yes, we have.” I pat Denver’s shoulder. “Honestly, who we know… much better. Men like Dyers never know when to stop. Until it’s too late.”
Shay sneers. “He’s the pig, Denver.”
Zach grunts. “This is neat and all, but how are we going to make the fucker pay?”
