“I’m ready to retire,” Dean says quietly.
“Then we find someone else to take your seat,” my father snaps.
“There is no one else ready for this responsibility.”
“Then I’ll take over both seats,” my father growls at Dean.
“You can’t do that,” Dean replies.
“I have enough power to convince the others it’s our only choice.”
I rest my head against the back of the door while the two of them argue. There is no way I am letting my father take majority of The Partners.
Tomas gestures for me and I head over to the desk, muting my phone. “What did you find?”
“Looks like one of the men that worked a job a few months ago is a soldier for the Renzettis.”
“Was he there last night?”
“I looked into some grainy CCTV footage and I think he was the one that led the ambush.”
I nod at him and unmute the phone.
“What about Baker?” I ask, cutting off their argument.
They both seem startled from my interruption. “What about him?” Dean asks.
“Have you looked into him recently?”
“Baker has never had any problems,” Dean answers.
“What did you find, Kilian?” my father asks.
“Baker vetted all the dockworkers?”
Dean answers. “That is his job. What is the point of all this?”
“One of them worked for Renzetti. A foot soldier for them.”
“That’s not possible. Baker has never had any issues.”
My father is the one that speaks. “Roland was talking to a Renzetti.”
“It could have been a mistake. Baker might have let him slip through the cracks,” Dean counters.
“Possibly. But Baker doesn’t have millions to fall back on like Roland. He could have planned this. Could have been paid off,” I reply.
“You should have a conversation with him,” my father instructs Dean and I know he means to have someone interrogate him.
“I will,” Dean answers.
“And Roland?” my father asks.
“I’ll deal with him,” Dean snaps before hanging up the phone.
My father disconnects our call and then calls me back.
“It could have been Roland’s loose mouth,” I tell my father as I answer the phone. “I’ve seen what happens when he has had one too many drinks at his clubs.”