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Convenient, and likely scripted by Reed just in case someone was watching, Ethan observed silently. He is very, very clever.
“This is our fault.”
We all looked at Morgan, saw the guilt etched in his face.
“If it wasn’t for her, for Navarre, you wouldn’t be in this position. None of you. Not if Celina had been satisfied with what she’d had. Not if she’d had any self-control.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe I can sell the building. It must be worth something. Maybe that would take care of part of the debt. I could sell the art, the furnishings.”
“You don’t have to do that,” my father said. “It’s unnecessary.”
o had a champion.
My father took a step closer to me, but Ethan held out a hand.
“Stop,” he said, quietly, but firmly. “She needs no more berating from you. If you cannot speak to her civilly, respectfully, I won’t allow you to speak to her at all.”
My father’s jaw twitched. Most of the men and women in his acquaintance kowtowed to him; it wasn’t often he was challenged.
He looked at me, as if to confirm that I agreed, and found my position no softer.
“He’s right,” I said. “You’ve had your say, and there’s no need to repeat it. It’s pretty clear what you think of me. Of all of us.” The irony being that he’d been the impetus for my being there, for being a vampire at all.
“I didn’t know he was a criminal. Reed,” he clarified. “I didn’t know what he was involved in.”
The words, spoken with a flavor I’d never heard from my father—uncertainty—hung in the air for a moment.
“Let’s go to my office,” Ethan said. “Joshua, I believe you know the way?”
My father nodded and walked past Ethan into the hallway.
When he disappeared, Ethan glanced at me, held out a hand. “Come, Sentinel. Let’s go hear what your father has to say.”
* * *
Malik and Morgan already waited in Ethan’s office. They rose to leave when we walked in, but Ethan motioned them down again, closed the door behind us. The three of us joined them in the sitting area.
“This pertains to Reed,” Ethan had said. “So it pertains to all of us. You should stay.”
My father looked at me. “I didn’t know Reed was a criminal,” he said again, then swallowed heavily. “I was on my way to Reed’s home. We’d been on the phone, and he said you’d just barged in. I told him I’d call your grandfather, and I did.”
Reed must have called him as soon as we hit the front door. That explained why Jacobs had shown up with the officers and how’d they’d gotten there so quickly.
“That’s when you left the message for me?” I asked.
He nodded. “I didn’t know everything then.”
Ethan frowned. “And what do you know now?”
“I saw the police escort you out. And when the police were gone, he went into the house.”
“He?” Ethan asked.
“The redhead.” My father paused. “Maguire. I’d seen him on the news. Knew my father was looking for him. Knew he’d accosted Merit.”
“Wait,” I said, holding up a hand. “You saw Jude Maguire walk into Adrien Reed’s house?”
“Only for a moment. He walked inside, couldn’t have been in there for more than a couple of seconds. Then he walked out again, slammed the door, got into his car. The white sedan.” He shook his head. “I thought Maguire was the perpetrator, the one who’d hired the vampires. I thought my father was wrong about Adrien. He’s a business partner, a friend. He wouldn’t hurt my family. He wouldn’t hurt my daughter.”
“You followed Maguire,” Ethan prompted.
