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Someone’s been watching her, and if she wasn’t able to pick up on it, it means they’re damn good at staying hidden.
“I have no idea who left it, but we need to start looking into it immediately,” I tell them.
“That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell us,” James says, tossing the note onto my desk. “Or what you did to her.”
“I wanted to handle the situation myself,” I answer in a clipped tone that dares him to push me.
Today is not the day.
“And I shot her boyfriend,” I add.
“Youwhat?”
“In the leg, he’s fine. Ryan is staying with him until further notice.”
“And you’re blackmailing her with his life,” Damon finishes.
“She got too comfortable last time. She needed a reminder of what we’re capable of.”
James shakes his head. “And what exactly is the planthistime?”
“She created recovery software to get the list back,” I tell them. “She’s still working on it, but when it’s done, she’ll get us the list back.”
It’s Damon who asks, “Then what?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes,” James answers.
I stand, squaring up to both of my brothers. “Stop beating around the bush. If you have something to say—say it.”
“You’re in over your head,” James snaps.
James never snaps.
“Did you ask her about the attack? About what Brandon wanted?” he asks. “Did you figure out why she deleted the list?”
“We’re interrogating her first thing in the morning. She’ll give us whatever answers we want, but it won’t change anything.”
“Maybe not,” James says. “But you’re too invested in this to think clearly.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“Am I? You went behind my back to find her—again. Then the most spiteful person I’ve ever met walks in here as a zombie, and you haven’t even gathered more information about what actually happened. Your judgment is clouded because you’re not just mad about what she did to the family.”
“Watch it.”
James acknowledges my warning by dropping the frustration in his tone. “Let me lead the interrogation tomorrow.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because she isn’t afraid of you. She’s afraid ofme.”
“That’s the problem.”
“No, it’s not,” I shoot back. “It’s how I’m ensuring we get the traitors out of our family once and for all—which is myonlypriority. Kasey deserves to be rotting in a cell, and instead, she’sin a damn suite upstairs with her dog—I’ve been more than generous. So what if she’s a zombie? I’m doing what’s best for this family, and if you have a problem with that, feel free to get the hell out.”
