Page 219 of The Rising


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“Our friend Higham.”

“Ourfriend?”

“You don’t like sharing?”

“No, actually.”

“What about selling?”

I smile and rest my arse on my desk, crossing one ankle over the other. “Depends what’s on offer.”

“The whereabouts of Carlo Black’s remains?”

I still, the tumbler slipping from my grasp and hitting the rug. “What?”

“Since we’re getting things out in the open, doing a bit of housekeeping, I will tell you now—”

“Tell me what.”

“I was ordered to dig up your father.”

“And you did.”

“I did.”

If Tom Hayley and Burrows weren’t dead, I’d fucking kill them so fucking slowly, they’d be begging me to end it. “And where is he?”

“I will send you directions.”

“And Beau’s mother?”

“What?”

“Jaz Hayley.” I eye James, who is slowly rising from his chair, his big, coiled body unfolding, looking as deadly as we all know it is. “Where will we findherremains?”

His extended silence does not bode well, but before I can demand an answer, the door flies open and Otto flies in. “The lawyer Burrows was seeing. She’s in Aspen. A getaway to get over a break-up. She said she and Burrows had a few casual fucks, he was uninterested, and then he suddenly wanted her there every day. She broke it off. Said he was behaving strangely. It wasn’t her running away from Burrows’s apartment.”

I look at James, confused as fuck. He’s staring at the floor, and he slowly lifts his gaze to mine.

“Answer my fucking question, Sandy,” I order darkly. “Where are Beau’s mother’s remains?”

“We only got orders to dig up your father, Black. I know nothing about Jaz Hayley’s remains.”

I inhale, my lips pressing together, as James’s body gets taller and taller.

“I have more.” Otto says, winning all of our attentions. “The rental car speeding away from the scene.”

“What about it?” James asks, his voice low, calm.

Deceiving.

“Rented under the name Dolly Daydream.”

He tears out of the office on a curse.

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