Page 70 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“What makes you say that?” Daytona asks.
“The bushes at the front are where the accelerant was used. They made quite a bit of smoke, which alerted your mother’s neighbors. Since the bushes are in a bed a little off the house, they had to get a decent blaze going before the house evenstarted to take on damage. If it were someone who knew what they were doing, they wouldn’t have started with the foliage.”
I nod. “Well, I’m glad for that.”
“Your mom got any cameras on her house?” the Marshall questions as he scans the exterior.
“Unfortunately, no.”
I provide my contact information, and he informs me they should be out of there in the next twenty minutes before I thank him and return to my other brothers and pass on what Daytona and I were told.
“So, what you guys are saying is Donnie’s a dumbass.” Lobo shakes his head.
“Yeah, pretty much,” I agree. “But he’s also unpredictable.”
“And that makes him dangerous,” Daytona finishes my thoughts.
“We’ve got to get a line on this asshole. He’s slippery as fuck,” Trick mutters.
“Got any ideas? When we bugged his mother’s condo, we never heard a damn thing about Donnie Ray,” Daytona replies.
Lobo folds his arms. “She’s a smart cookie. And now she’s sold the place.”
“That was a prime location, right on Lake Tahoe,” I add. “She must really love her son to give up her retirement home.”
“We should have taken her when we had the chance,” Trick mutters.
Daytona shakes his head. “We don’t make war on women. That’s a line in the sand for me.”
Lobo slaps my shoulder. “We’ll catch him. He can’t hide forever.”
“We need to set up some surveillance around Shine,” Trick chimes in. “The asshole is obviously targeting him.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Daytona twirls his finger in the air. “Mount up. Let’s get out of here.”
Over the next couple days, security cameras are installed at my apartment, facing the door as well as the spots I park my truck and bike. Daytona even adds a couple extra to the clubhouse lot as well. But Donnie seems to have backed off. If he’s watching me, he probably saw us putting them up. But at least I’m not having to change so many damn tires anymore. I’ll take it as a win.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Fiona—
The lady types away at the computer, and I answer her questions to fill out little Dylan’s birth certificate while he sleeps nestled in my arms.
A knock sounds, and I glance at the doorway to see my brothers and their wives troop inside.
Kyle carries a giant teddy bear, and I almost laugh at the sight of him.
“What is that?” I eye the fuzzy bear.
“I tried to stop him,” his wife, Sutton, defends.
“What? This baby is getting everything he could possibly need.”
“I don’t think he will ever need that.” I shake my head.
Rafe holds a small bag of his own and sets it on the rolling tray table next to my half-eaten breakfast platter.
Hospital food truly does suck. Thank God Janey brought me a smoothie and a muffin when she visited this morning.
