Page 12 of Savage Knight
“I wasn’t really privy to a lot of Scias’s dealings—”
“Convenient.”
“Jeremiah,” Evren rebuked.“She knows about Direridge.”
“What?”He narrowed his gaze.“How?”
“The night I died, I came downstairs and heard Scias and Rexx talk about a meeting at Direridge.That’s why Scias pushed me off the balcony.”
Jeremiah leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers.She saw the proverbial wheels spinning in his head.“That means we have a mole.”
“Exactly what I thought,” Evren remarked.“Even if you don’t believe her past life story, the fact is, she’s heard the name Direridge.”
“I want you to investigate anyone who’s had access to the knowledge,” Jeremiah ordered.“Needless to say, this doesn’t go anywhere outside the four of us.Understood?”
“Okay,” Evren agreed.
“No brainer, of course,” Saxon replied.
“Lowen?”he asked.
She quickly nodded.“Okay.”
Jeremiah rose and picked up his tablets and phones.“Remember, Lowen, you’re hiding.Not to be seen.I’ll see if I can get any information on your situation.Evren, Saxon.You both start work in fifteen minutes.I have two conference calls today, so don’t bother me unless it’s urgent.”
He stalked out of the dining room without saying anything more.
“I don’t think he likes me,” she said.
Evren shrugged.“He doesn’t really like anyone.Not even Sax.”
“Hey!I can charm the pants off a fly.”
“Pants wearing flies aside, let’s quickly finish breakfast.”
She bit her bottom lip, wondering if she should leave or not.
“It’s okay, Lowen,” Saxon assured her.“If he wanted you gone, he’d have kicked you out.”
Evren nodded.“Jeremiah is the oldest so he thinks he has to carry the world on his shoulders.He had to become an adult early in life, but if it wasn’t for him, I don’t know where we’d have ended up.”
“Who’s the youngest?”
“That would be me,” Saxon replied, holding his hand up.“Aera is second oldest, but he left Vegas years ago.Last time I heard from him, he was president of a motorcycle club.”
“There’s four of you?”
“Six,” Evren answered.
“Right,” she said.“Now I remember you mentioning two others.”
“Every day I wonder if this’ll be the day the cops come to tell us they’re dead,” Saxon muttered.“And I wonder if I’ll miss them.It’s not like I care about them or anything.But still.Will I be angry?Sad?Indifferent?What is the protocol when you have siblings who freebase fentanyl?”
She reached out and took his hand, trying to convey she empathized, but he jerked his hand away.
“Oh, I’m sorry...”
“You startled me.”
