Page 43 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Cross sighed.

Theo, a front boss for the Chicago Outfit, had been the door that opened for Cross where gunrunning was concerned all those years ago. The man set him up with some of the best of the best in the business when he learned Cross had a knack for gunrunning. Cross was particular on planning, meticulous on details, and knew how every single gun worked that they put in front of his face.

He owed the man a lot, really.

“Yeah, I’ll be there by tonight,” Cross assured.

“See you then.”

“Tomorrow,” he corrected. “I owe my sister and her new husband a visit this time, if I’m going to be in town.”

“Tomorrow,” Theo agreed.

The phone clicked.

Cross’s gaze went to that goddamn note again.

Catherine and her disappearing act would have to wait.

“Cross!”

Camilla’s smile widened as she opened the front door to her three-level Melrose home. Instantly, he wrapped his little sister in his embrace, and ruffled her blonde hair with his hand. She batted him away as she stepped back.

“Back to blonde, huh?” he asked.

Camilla shrugged. “The red got boring.”

“I don’t know how all of your hair hasn’t fallen out yet.”

“Good genes?”

“Maybe.”

His sister could leave the house one day as a brunette, and come back with purple and pink streaks through platinum blonde curls. She never kept one hairstyle or color long enough for people to get used to it. Sometimes, it was shocking.

But that was just Cam.

“You going to let me come in, or what?” he asked.

“Let the arrogant prick in,” his brother-in-law said.

Camilla stepped back from the front door with a shake of her head. Cross entered the house to find Tommaso already had a glass of whiskey waiting for him. “Thank you.”

“O’Hare is a bitch of an airport,” Tommaso said.

Cross agreed.

It had yet to get better.

He downed the whiskey in one go, and handed it back to his longtime friend.

“You could have told me he was coming,” Camilla said as she headed past her husband.

Tommaso smirked. “What fun would that have been? You would have spent all day cleaning the house, and it’s already fucking clean, Cam.”

“The house is always fine,” Cross said.

“There’s dust,” Camilla defended.