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“Yeah?” I ask.
“You’ve got all that in place with the NDAs? I had no idea, and we had none of that before.” He replies.
“Yeah, I think that’s something I have dropped the ball on. I’ll fill you guys in properly later.” I reply, knowing that we can’t talk freely here, and they know that as well.
Sawyer nods as he shares a look with his team, who all look intrigued.
Carter clears his throat, “With a last-minute flight request like this, I’m assuming that you have some business to attend to, so I will be up in the front quarters. You may be interested to know that your grandmother had this half of the plane soundproofed, so you won’t have to worry about any conversations being overheard.”
“Every single new thing I learn about your grandmother makes me wish that she were still alive and we could actually ask her these things ourselves,” Mal says as we watch Carter leave.
“Tell me about it. I would have loved to actually have gotten to know her,” I reply, unable to keep the sadness from my tone.
I may have never known her, but I feel like I have learned a lot since living in her house and talking with Gerald, and just from those conversations, it's become pretty damn clear that we would have had a hell of a lot in common.
“I was there,” Sawyer says quietly and gestures to Dax, “we both were.”
Frowning, Rip asks, “Where?”
“At Demelza’s funeral,” Dax replies.
“What, why?” Mase asks, seemingly just as confused as I am.
Sawyer rolls his eyes, “Treyton wanted to ensure that she was dead. He was threatened by her.”
“Which was weird because, no offense to your grandmother, but Treyton was the head of a relatively prominent criminal organisation one that has been around for a damn long time and your grandmother was just, well, it was just her, but there was no doubting that Treyton was extremely wary of her and we never really figured out why,” Dax explains, a frown creasing his eyebrows as it clearly still confuses him.
Sawyer’s frown deepens as he adds, “He insisted on not only viewing her, as close family would but also of watching her being lowered into the ground. He wasn’t taking any chances that she was alive or could escape.”
“Crazy fucker, he lost his marbles years ago. He was far too paranoid for his own good and yet not paranoid enough when it came to his own safety. That he was incredibly sure of,” Asher adds, shaking his head.
“That is odd and definitely doesn’t seem to be what he should have been worried about. Then again, none of us really know who Jynx’s grandmother was,” Ace adds.
Rome clears his throat and, when we all look at him, says, “As much as I want to discuss the mystery that surrounds Demelza, that conversation could last for days, and we need to talk about the job now.”
“Yeah, we actually don’t know what you’re expecting of us,” Fox adds, one of the quieter ones out of the Conspiracy team.
I nod, and if I’m honest, I have no idea how we managed to get so off track in the first place. Turning to face the guys, I ask, “Before we do, I just want to clarify something. Are we assuming that those people were after you guys?”
Rip shrugs but answers me, “If we’re certain that they weren’t after anyone else, then yes, but it doesn’t make much sense. It’s not their usual way of working.”
He tries to keep his reply as vague as possible, not wanting to give anything away to the others since it really doesn’t have anything to do with them and could end up actually putting them in danger, at least, that’s how I understand it to be.
“Alright, well, we can come back to that later then.” I reply and then turn in my seat slightly so that I can see everyone a bit better, “The short of it is that a family friend of mine has been attacked badly enough that he’s been put into the hospital. We don’t know why he was attacked, but it’s especially concerning because he is as highly trained as we are, and to have someone manage to get the jump on him and to such an extent is highly concerning.”
“Well shit, that really is concerning.” Lorcan agrees, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest.
“What do you need us to do?” Ridge asks, his eyebrows furrowed over his dark eyes.
“Waverly has texted me the hospital and room number that he’s in. Until we know exactly what has happened, who did this, and if they intend to finish the job or not, we need his room watched to ensure that no one can get to him.” I explain.
Rip frowns, “How are you planning to do that without raising suspicions at the hospital? Last time I checked, they weren’t too keen on random people just hanging around.”
“Well, I can help with that,” Colt interrupts.
Like Fox, he and Nash seem to be the slightly more watchful ones that hang around in the background more and just observe.
“What are you thinking?” Asher asks him.
