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“That’s the reality of having too much power at your fingertips,” I corrected her. “Now the next step will be to put surveillance on the circus. Real surveillance. Once we have that, we’ll monitor when/if he sends anything else. We have to have proof that he’s stalking her. I already have surveillance on Slone’s place where Tony’s staying right now.”
She looked over at me with surprise etched all over her face. “What?”
I grinned. “Funny enough, but Slone hired me to protect Tony, or Ari as he calls her, a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t know, to be honest. I mean, I kind of did. But I didn’t put two and two together until you were talking about your sister, and I went to the office and saw her name this morning.”
She shook her head, her surprise gone.
“That’s eerie,” she said. “Val would have a hay day with this.”
“Would she?” I asked, confused on why she would say that.
“Val is the queen of stars aligning,” she said. “She would say that this all happened exactly like it was supposed to, and that everything was now fitting right into place, exactly how it was always supposed to be because the ‘goddess wanted it that way.’”
She sounded cuckoo.
But whatever.
“We’re here,” I said as I turned my signal on and started to turn into the gravel driveway.
Her eyes widened. “That’s a big ass gate.”
It was. A double gate that swung out wide to each side with a huge ‘P’ in red, white and blue in the middle of the large wrought iron gate.
“It is,” I said. “Cost a whack, too.”
“Why so big?” she asked.
I pointed toward the cows. “Because we have a couple thousand head of cattle that sometimes need to be transported. Or we have a huge ass combine that needs to go from one field to the shop and then to another field. And also, my mom can’t drive for shit. So she needs a wide gate so she doesn’t fuck her car up as she turns in.”
Hades looked at me to see if I was being serious—and I was—and shook her head. “That’s impressive.”
“Mom’s got one of those things called ‘lazy eyes.’ She has shit depth perception, and it’s easier to just let her drive and fuck up her rims when she hits curbs than it is to tell her she shouldn’t be driving,” I answered as I started to pull up the half mile long driveway.
Hades’ head was practically sticking out the window as we climbed higher and higher toward the house at the top of the hill.
When we finally pulled up in front of it, her eyes were twice as wide as when we’d started.
“Wow,” she said.
“Hancock had money to burn, and decided to build Mom and Dad a new house where there’d be enough room to house everyone and their family for get-togethers and shit,” I explained.
“Wow,” she repeated.
Chuckling, I got out of the truck and walked around to her side where she sat patiently waiting for me and staring at all the cars in the driveway.
There were a lot of them.
Hunter and Holden’s oldest two kids were now driving, and it was apparent that they hadn’t wanted to ride with their parents. So between them and the others, there were six cars in the driveway, plus my dad’s work truck and my mom’s new SUV.
I opened Hades’ door and she looked at me and said, “What do we do once you get whatever surveillance information you are looking for?”
“We catch him red handed, buying and stalking, and then we try to take that information to the judge and see if we can get a restraining order on him for now. Then we find a more permanent solution once we have him away from us.” I shrugged. “And maybe he’ll fuck up and we can get him arrested, then his soon-to-be wife leaves him and gives us easier access to him without her constant protection.”
“He’s a really good actor,” she pointed out. “I mean, I was convinced he was in love with me for over a year when he was secretly in love with my sister.”
“Well, even the best actors fuck up every now and then,” I said as I pulled her out of the truck. “Now let’s stop thinking about this right now and go face the music.”
She chattered at my side as we walked to the front door of my parents’ home.
“Did you know that ‘face the music’ is said to be originated from theatre where performers literally had to face the music? The orchestra was usually positioned in front of the stage,” she announced.
“No,” I admitted. “I can’t say that I’d ever cared enough about that phrase to look it up.”
She nervously started to twirl her hair around her finger as she stayed at my side.
