Page 203 of Callan

The same goes for Ewan and Duncan.

Alistair and I knew better, yet here I am, worrying about the woman I left home.

“Take a seat,” Hudson says, claiming one himself.

“I need to wash my hands first.”

“Sure.”

He pulls out of his seat and invites me in before showing me around the house.

The decor is a pleasant mix of rustic and modern. Wooden floors, immaculate walls, Spanish art, and luxurious plants.

He returns to the terrace while I enter the bathroom and check my phone again.

I’ve become obsessed with Beverly’s updates since she confirmed the police had picked up Carmen and her boys.

I make a quick call, and my men confirm things are calm. Nothing major’s going on.

Beverly suggested stopping my men from watching Mackenzie around the clock, and I’m tempted to do that.

She thinks that by leaving Mackenzie alone, my enemies will focus on me instead of her.

I agree with that to a point, but I’m not on board entirely.I wouldn’t take it kindly if anything bad happened to her.

My phone buzzes on the vanity as I finish washing my hands.I dry them with paper towels and answer the call.

“He’s name is O’Malley,” Beverly says.

I listen to the static, my hand frozen on my phone.

My phone pressed to my ear.

“Who the fuck is O’Malley?” I mutter.

“That’s the name I’ve got.”

“From whom?”

“I can’t reveal my source.”

“Bev?” I push out sternly.

“It’s not an official source. It’s someone from my old life.”

Beverly is not a person with a clean record.

She’s a villain like us.

She’s always been a villain.

Yet she’s worth every dollar I’ve spent on her after saving her ass and using my connections to solve a host of legal problems.

She and I have a few things in common.

She’s obsessed with what she does.

She has a weird sense of justice.

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