Page 102 of Cash

Zane’s last call was to tell me they’d gotten a lock on Penny and were moving in to get her.

Now the sun was barely cresting.

My gut knotted at the potential consequences of answering the phone.

Best case, Penny was safe.

Worst case, I’d drown in guilt for not going and looking for my sister. For not getting to know her when she’d repeatedly swung the proverbial olive branch in front of me. Hell, she’d practically bashed me over the head with that fucker, and I’d still helped myself separate.

Best. Worst.

That seemed to be the story of my life with the scale always tipping in the worst’s favor. I didn’t have very many bests. Only a handful, and less than that, when I’d truly been happy without any shit clouding it.

Man the fuck up, asshole, and answer the phone.

I swiped to accept the call but remained reclined on the too-small couch.

“You find her?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Zane confirmed and relief swamped me. “She’s safe and unharmed. Totally unharmed.”

Not that I wasn’t grateful my sister was unharmed and safe but something wasn’t adding up.

I rolled up and swung my legs over the couch.

“What the fuck aren’t you telling me?”

“She didn’t stop digging after we wrapped everything up for POTUS and handed it over with a nice big bow.”

Digging.

What the fuck?

“Digging for what?”

“She said that something wasn’t sitting right with her about Titan Point.”

I closed my eyes and hung my head. Fucking hell.

“So she went fucking rogue?”

I felt her approach but didn’t bother looking up as Stella made her way through the living room.

“I’d say the apples that fell off the tree came from the same branch, but I’m sensing you won’t appreciate me pointing out your sister shares more in common with you than her eye color.”

No, I absolutely didn’t find anything remotely amusing about Zane’s aphorism.

“I appreciate you, brother, but I have about an inch left before my patience snaps.”

If that.

“I take it you haven’t gotten your beauty sleep.”

No, I hadn’t fucking slept while my brothers were out searching for my sister.

“Zane!”

He chuckled and I belatedly realized that if he was cracking jokes he was pleased with the outcome. Either that or he got to kill someone. It was Zane, so maybe both.