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Exhaling, I twisted my hand around the leather-clad steering wheel as my mind drifted to the same subject it had another ten times throughout the day.
What was I going to do with Madisen? She couldn’t stay with me permanently and heading to Vegas to eliminate the problem wasn’t in my best interest.
Even if I was second in command of the most powerful Cosa Nostra in the country.
After jumping out, I rounded the front of the Land Rover, the vehicle almost always selected when working, taking long strides toward the door leading into the house. Then I stopped short, half laughing as I backed up until I was able to place my hand on the hood of Madisen’s truck.
Goddamn it.
It was warm.
She’d left sometime during the day, disobeying my orders on purpose. What in God’s name was I going to do with her? And why hadn’t the system gone off alerting me she’d left the house? Goddamn it. If there was a glitch in the system, I’d need to take care of it immediately.
While she’d likely tell me she’d been cautious, ensuring she hadn’t been followed, she didn’t understand the capabilities now afforded to various criminals.
As she’d made certain to tell me, a man like me should know what I was talking about.
Yeah, I certainly did.
While I was debating phase one of the nonexistent plan, my phone rang. Seeing Max’s number was almost a relief. Maybe he’d be able to shed some light on the mystery enshrouding the dead man.
“Please tell me you fucking found something. If not, I might drive to Vegas tonight just for the sheer fuck of it.”
“That bad of a client, huh?” Max snickered. He knew my moods far too well, including the darkness that had shadowed my existence for the last year.
“Asshole but I can handle him.”
“Just don’t kill him. He’s our bread and butter.”
I snorted in disgust. That’s what I used to tell him long before I’d taken control of the firm. “Yeah. Yeah. He wouldn’t provide enough jollies in doing so. So what did you find?”
“Does the name Jack Barrington mean anything to you?”
Barrington. “Sounds familiar.” While I made it a point to keep up with the various news sources during my down time, I was having difficulty remembering where I’d heard it.
“Think Barrington Industries.”
“Ah, shit.” The wealthy family was a dynasty in various industries, the father and grandfather considered royalty within the United States borders, hobnobbing with the likes of the Kennedys and Spielbergs. They had their hands in computer technology, entertainment, aerospace, and even owned a few wineries. “If my family tree serves me correctly, Jack was the second born son of the patriarch.”
“You do spend far too much time on the computer. You need to get out more. You need to get laid, buddy.”
Why was everyone out to control my personal life?
“That’s not going to happen for a long time, especially until after this mess is over. What did you learn?”
“All you need to do is turn on the computer I just told you to stay off of,” Max admitted. “It’s all over the news. His body was found inside his burned-out Maserati heading out of Vegas. The body was badly burned, a crispy critter according to the guy I know in forensic down that way.”
“Fucking fantastic. And let me guess. There won’t be an investigation.”
“Not enough to investigate.”
“Unless they have a witness. Shit.”
Max sighed. “How can I help? You issue the command and you’ll have whatever you need.”
I thought about his offer and closed my eyes, immediately seeing images of Madisen’s face. This wasn’t a situation that Powers Security could handle. It would appear my employees would be handling Thomas Callaway from now on. “I need a couple men crawling through Vegas to determine for certain there’s a hit out on a girl by the name of Madisen Alexander. She was a dealer in one of his casinos.”
“That I can do. I’ll send Gio for one. You know how he loves to gather garbage. What else? Are you planning on heading to Vegas if they come back in the affirmative?”
