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“How’d I do?” Delphi whispered a few minutes later once the attention drifted to Jupiter and the baby.
He squeezed her leg. “Perfect, just like I knew you would.”
The club went back to eating, the presidency coming up in topic, but Delphi didn’t seem to want to shift gears yet.
“You know I’m pissed at you, right?”
He met her gaze and frowned, the BBQ pork threatening to turn on him. “Yeah, I figured you might be.”
Delphi sighed but kept a smile on her lips. “You can’t drop that shit on me seconds before a family dinner.”
“Sorry.”
“God, you’re infuriating.” She stabbed a piece of meat with her fork. “It’ll never work between us, Brewer. You know it too.”
“No, I don’t.”
Instead of arguing further, she returned to her food and chatted with others for the remainder of the meal. Brewer, on the other hand, couldn’t force another morsel past his lips. His burgeoning hope for a relationship with her was shattered.
“Reaper wants to talk to you after dinner,” he said when Queenie and the nymphs went to the kitchen to grab dessert.
“About what?” She didn’t look concerned. Quite the opposite, really.
“You know what.” He’d let Reaper tell her the rest. If Delphi truly wanted to know about her father, it may as well come from Macha’s president himself.
CHAPTER16
DELPHI
The pulledpork and creamed corn churned in Delphi’s stomach. As much as she’d wanted to eat the blueberry cobbler for dessert, she couldn’t manage it. Not after the forlorn look Brewer gave her. He’d lied to get her there, and she wasn’t about to let him get off without a tongue-lashing. Setting foot in the club’s inner sanctum only made her palms sweat more. The large wooden table carved with an image of their patron goddess, Macha, intimidated her. But not as much as the group of men did who were currently sitting around the table in twirly chairs. Those chairs were the only things not frightening her. Every part of this room demanded adoration and obedience.
She sank into one of the chairs, Brewer between her and the members of the club’s cabinet.
She laced her fingers together in her lap, willing them to stop fidgeting. “So, what did you need to talk to me about?”
“It’s come to our attention that you know Shovelhead.”
“No, I know of him. I’ve never met him.”
Reaper looked at her over his small pair of glasses. “You’re his daughter.”
Hearing it out loud made her cringe. “That’s what my dad told me before he died. My hope is to track him down and find out if it’s true or not.”
Rubble slid a folder toward her. “This is what we’ve come up with. Thanks to what the FBI, Brewer, and Dolly have been able to discover, we think Shovelhead is hiding out somewhere outside of Waverley. He’s been spotted at the Greenback Cutthroats’ cantina several times last month and has a history there.”
“I can understand why Macha is so set on capturing him, considering the way he betrayed them.” She flipped through the pages of photos both in color and black-and-white. They were all of Shovelhead. Many of the shots were rough, but it was the same man throughout.
“Shovelhead’s treachery is only part of the reason Macha needs to find him.” Reaper looked past her to Brewer. “We have questions about a murder from a few years ago that has remained unsolved.”
She turned to the redhead beside her. “Your parents’ deaths.”
Brewer’s cheek twitched. His normally friendly eyes turned cold. “Yes.”
“You honestly believe….” She couldn’t finish the thought, but Brewer did it for her.
“Like I told you before, Dolly and I think Shovelhead killed our parents.”
“No, it can’t be true,” Delphi said, shaking her head, but quickly realized she didn’t have a legitimate reason to argue in his defense. Shovelhead wasn’t someone she knew beyond his name.And it’s not even his legal name.
