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“Rain,” Dove urged her faster.
“Whose story is this anyway? Last I heard, it was mine. Anyway”—she sat up straighter in her seat with all the poise of a movie star—“he asked me to do some shopping for him. He’d spent time bulking up with muscle, and his shirts were too tight.”
“Jesus,” Julius muttered.
Rain purposely ignored him. “I love shopping, so it was a really good arrangement. He gave me cash and I went out and got what he wanted that day. Sometimes it was a suit, sometimes golf clothes. He always told me to pick up something nice for myself while I was out. He spoiled me so much.”
“You mean he was dropping money on you as a way to hide the fact that he was dealing meth, Rain.” Dove wanted to stuff her sister under the table and pretend she’d never spoken a word.
Rain ignored her too, going on in a strong voice that spoke of how much she thrived on the attention. “He had me making deposits for him at three different banks.”
“And you didn’t think anything of that?” Quaide questioned.
Rain shrugged. “Dom said he was putting money into his mom’s account. You know, to help out.”
“And the other two accounts?” Quaide asked.
“They were both Dom’s—a savings account and a checking account.”
“You never questioned—” Clay broke off. “Never mind. Go on, please.”
“After a couple months, I realized it was silly to go to three different banks in three different towns. It cut into my spa time. I realized if I combined accounts that I could fit in a pedi too.”
Dove stared at the ceiling, petitioning whatever ghosts of Quaide’s ancestors that haunted this house for patience.
“It was a solid plan. I was saving bank fees, and Dom could just wire money into his mother’s account,” Rain continued.
Every time her sister opened her mouth, Dove silently prayed for a swift death. At this point, she’d prefer being burned at the stake to hearing her sister say another word.
“Out of the blue, Dom got really, really mad at me. He was unhappy that I’d combined bank accounts and that’s when our relationship started to break down.” Rain lowered her gaze to the table.
Dove had to stop her from saying more—now.
“Rain called me crying. Her boyfriend hit her,” she put in.
Every man at the table stiffened, their already thunderous expressions darkening.
She barreled on, “I went and picked her up. Dom wasn’t there. But as soon as I looked around his house, I knew what was going on. You don’t work in the FBI for three years without knowing what to look for.”
She couldn’t look at Quaide. She already knew that her resignation letter hurt him.
“I got Rain back to her old apartment that she still kept—”
“Great closet space,” Rain added with a knowing nod.
Dove set a hand on her sister’s arm to silence her. “From there, I did a little digging. It didn’t take much to find that Dom’s accounts had government locks on them because of large sums of money being moved around. That made Rain an accomplice. And I couldn’t exactly work for the FBI while my sister was wanted for money laundering.”
Quaide bowed his head.
Dove drew in a deep, shaky breath. “Rain’s been with me for six weeks.”
Clay took over. “Thank you, ladies. We’re going to set up all the equipment and get to work on the case.”
Dove’s chest tightened to the point where no air would move in or out of her lungs.
Oh no. Not the panic again. She’d experienced a sense of doom a few times since locking her sister up in her apartment with her, and it always ended in a freakout. She couldn’t do that here, not in front of everyone.
She shoved away from the table.
