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That was fair enough. I wouldn’t agree to help anyone before I had my facts either. “My client is looking for her family. Her mother was born and raised in Tabiq.”
“Her mother doesn’t know who her family is? Or is she deceased?” he inquired.
“She’s alive but doesn’t want to share such information with her daughter. I’m sureyoucan understand why. I mean, withyourfamily history in Tabiq and everything,” I stated.
“I sure in hell don’t like what you’re implying,” he snapped.
“Stating facts. Your father seemed very...fond of the Tabiqian women, as did my client’s father. I know that she is looking for her father’s family too, but I don’t want her anywhere around those bastards until I know everything there is to know about them. The last thing I want to do is put her in harm's way.”
“Smart.”
“Right now, I’m only thinking about her mother’s side. The Tabiqian side. With what they’ve been through, I highly doubt they would want any harm to come to my client either,” I said.
“You have done your research, but this is not the stuff we discuss on the phone. If you want to come and meet me in Boston, that would be fine.”
“I can’t right now. I’m in Halifax with my client.”Or my lover, or girlfriend. Whatever we are, this is where I’m staying for now.Strange, because normally I’d have hopped on a flight and been in Boston within hours. But I can’t make love to MaKayla and then just leave. Not even for something as important as finding her family.
“I can send Bennett Stone, my brother-in-law, to you to discuss it. He is privy to all details,” he offered.
I knew the name. “This information is not to be shared,” I stated firmly.
“We feel the exact same thing about whatever you believe you know about us,” he said. “And for the record, stop looking into the Henderson family. Let that drop. We all have families now and that’s where our focus is.”
“You can’t run from your past,” I stated.
“It’s not our past to run from. But a choice on how we live our lives now and in the future. I do have a question. What is her father's name?”
Did it matter if I shared that with him? “What makes you think I know?” I asked.
“Damien, if you want my help, then don’t try to fuck with me. You’re not the only one who’s done their research. If anyone could find her father, it was you.”
Not sure if that was meant to be a compliment or a threat. Didn’t faze me either way. “Michael Morse. But he’s dead and buried and that’s where I want anything to do with him to stay.”At least until I know what the surviving family is like.
“Morse? As in Morse Hotels?” he questioned.
“Yes. Why?” I never thought he’d come up with that connection so quickly. He obviously knew that the Morse family was connected to Tabiq too.What else has the Morse family done to those people?
“I’m going to have Bennett fly out to you today. There is a lot you need to know.”
“About Michael?” I asked.
“About it all. Bennett will contact you soon to set up a time. And Damien, you are getting involved in something you’ve never imagined. I hope you’re prepared for what you learn,” he warned.
“Unfortunately, I think I’ve already figured it out,” I replied and ended the call.
I put my phone in my pocket and turned around. MaKayla was standing there with the sheet wrapped around her.
Fuck. What did you hear?
“Is that about my father?” she asked.
My heart pounded and I debated if I should tell her now or later. Either way, she wasn’t going to be happy. How long can I hide it from her before she starts to wonder if I’m either incompetent or lying?
Guess I’ll know once I hear what Bennett has to say.
“No. It was about your mother.”
“She’s from Tabiq, isn’t she?” she asked.
