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“I don’t know anything—”
“Did they get you to wipe the accidents away?”
She pursed her lips. “Yes.”
“So you know plenty. We need a date, time, and locations.”
“This was years ago, Lodestar!”
“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to remember what we need to know.”
Ovianar huffed. “I need to access my computer.”
“Any funny business and you won’t be seeing your son again,” D warned.
Minerva stiffened. “Ovianar would never risk our son.”
“Glad to hear it,” was all D said.
“Conor, cut the zip-ties on her wrists first then tie them again in front of her.”
He nodded at my order and accepted the knife I handed him without question. Ordinarily, I’d have done it myself, but getting close to her would be asking for trouble.
As he slashed through the nylon, Ovianar didn’t give him any crap like she might have done with me, just let him bind her again. Then, he released her feet.
“I’ll stay with Minerva in case you change your mind and stop being cooperative,” D threatened.
Ovianar’s mouth tightened but she nodded her understanding.
Conor returned the knife to me, and my eyes caught and held Ovianar’s as I pledged, “I have no desire to hurt you.”
“But you will,” she said bitterly.
“Yeah. I will. If I have to.”
She staggered through the door and I followed her into what had once been our HQ. There were a couple of laptops in here and two desktops. She headed for her rig and kickstarted it.
“It needs to sync up,” she muttered.
“Fine.”
I stared around the office, unsurprised to see it hadn’t changed that much. Minerva’s aunt had been a hedonist shipped from the sixties and they hadn’t been that interested in interior design back in the day. The same ‘groovy’ wallpaper decorated the walls, big swirling loops that made me think of an acid trip I’d experienced one time with Savannah and her brother, Camden.
“You really want to help the girl?”
Jarred from my exploration, I nodded and did the unthinkable—I told the truth. “I’m related to her.”
“What?!” Ovianar blurted out. “How?”
“Her father was my uncle.”
“Her father was a Sparrow,” was her bitter retort.
I rubbed my nape. “That’s the part I don’t understand.”
“What’s to understand? He was scum.”
Tired, I leaned against the wall. I didn’t think she’d pull any unsuspecting moves, mostly because she was still aghast at my revelation.
