Page 54 of The Billionaire and His Driver
He exhaled.“Damn.”
“Is it because his daughter was killed too?”
Ronny frowned. “Hell no. She was as bad as he was. But still,” he said. “To pull something that crazy. What did he think was going to happen? He knew he cheated our father out of millions. Just because it happened decades ago doesn’t mean shit to me. I wasn’t going to let him get away with what he did to my old man.”
“And here we were thinking it was related to the Drez Wilburn situation,” said Reynolds. “It had nothing to do with that.”
“That’s the part that’s getting to me,” said Ronny. “First Jockey wanted revenge. Now Grisham. And we still haven’t solved Sabrina’s problem.” He nodded his head. “It’s a lot.”
They all knew it too.
“We’ve got to get this resolved,” Ronny said, “and I mean tonight. We don’t have time for this shit. We’ve got a wedding to plan.”
Sully was shuffling cards, but stopped mid-shuffle. He looked at his brother. “Awedding?” Then he looked at Brina. “Since when?”
Brina was as shocked as everybody else. She looked at Ronny.
Then Sully couldn’t believe it. “Wait a minute,” he said to Brina. “He hasn’t even mentioned it to you yet, has he?”
“Not a word,” said Brina, still in shock.
Ronny smiled. “Oh right,” he said. “I meant to mention it.”
Brina grinned and pushed him aside, and they all laughed. But Brina still found it odd for him to make a public announcement without bothering to ask her first, as if her thoughts on their marriage didn’t matter. That concerned her.
Sully was smiling too, but he was concerned as well. His brother still behaved as if he could sayjumpand every woman in America would askhow high, without realizing Brina was not that kind of girl. But it all seemed so premature. They hadn’t even established if she was involved in all of this yet, and he was still planning tomarryher? He’d never seen this side of his brother. Not ever.
It was refreshing, but more so alarming.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
“What does it show?” Ronny asked.
“No movement in or out,” said Reynolds as their SUV turned onto the long dirt road that led to Troy Cannigan’s shack.
“So that means we’ve been tracking him via satellite all this time?”
“Yes and no.”
Ronny frowned. “What do you mean yes and no?”
“We’ve been tracking him, alright, but the satellite was down for about four hours, up until a couple minutes ago when we were able to pick back up the feed.”
“Why didn’t you call our guys inside? Aren’t they in there?”
“No cell service in these woods. None.”
“So we don’t even know if he’s home?” asked Sully. “Or if our guys are okay?”
“They have satellite radios, but nobody’s responding so far.”
“What was Cannigan doing before the feed went down?”
“He went inside and stayed inside the full three hours our guys were observing on satellite. Then when our guys showed up, he was out chopping wood. That’s when they took him inside at gunpoint. And we were able to communicate with them via satellite radio. But then all satellite communications went down. Which isn’t unusual at all. It happens a lot in these woods. But when it came back online a few minutes ago, there’s been no movement in or out. And the radio is still down. But it has a tendency to lag behind the wider area, so that’s not unusual either. So we assume that’s he’s still inside, given thelateness of the hour, and our guys are with him. But that’s only an assumption.”
“And assumptions are dangerous things,” said Ronny.
“Yes sir,” Reynolds agreed.
