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“Mr.Fulton was smart enough to organize things in a way that if something were to happen to him, he’d have access to money and the means to flee.Unfortunately, he was unable to use any of this when he ran from the FBI.”
Vincent still didn’t know what had happened to get Fulton killed, but he was sure his father hadn’t died of natural causes.It was hard to imagine the FBI killing him, though.Unless they’d killed him in action?It would be like Fulton to think he could win against the FBI.
“Shouldn’t you be reporting these accounts to the FBI?”
“I can do that if you want me to, but your father was clear.He wanted you to have them.”
Vincent’s instincts were yelling at him to refuse.He didn’t know how much money it was, and he didn’t care.He was comfortable enough with the money he earned at his job.
But what would happen if he did report all of this?The FBI would seize it, and Vincent would never see it again.He didn’t want anything to do with the money, but considering what his father had apparently done, maybe Vincent could use it for a good cause.“I need you to tell me exactly how my father died.”
Vincent was pretty sure that he was making Mr.Ross uncomfortable, but he didn’t care.He needed all the information he could find on this.As soon as he could hang up, he’d look it up on the Internet, but he didn’t have any contacts in the FBI or anything like that.He was just an accountant.He hadn’t heard anything on the news, but maybe someone had said something, and he hadn’t made the connection with his father.He thought he’d remember hearing about people auctioning rare shifters on the news, though.
“The FBI raided one of your father’s auctions, and your father fled.From what I gathered, he was blaming a certain pack for being caught, and he went there to confront the alpha.I don’t have any details, but I know he was killed by a rare shifter he tried taking hostage.”
“What pack?”
“Mr.Fulton, I don’t think—”
“What pack, Mr.Ross?”
“They’re located in Rosewood.”
It wasn’t an address, but it should make it easier for Vincent to find them.
He wasn’t sure what he’d do with the information.Going there to talk to them sounded like a bad idea, but Vincent hadn’t been involved with anything his father had done.If he was going to inherit this money, the least he could do was to pass it on to people who’d been hurt by Fulton.It wouldn’t heal their wounds, but it could help them get a fresh start in life.
He didn’t know if the pack would accept his help or even if they’d agree to talk to him, but what his father had done was horrifying.If there was anything Vincent could do to help the people Fulton had hurt, he’d do it.
He just hoped he wouldn’t be killed as he did so.
* * * *
RONAN HOVERED IN FRONTof the house.He’d been invited for dinner, so he should climb the porch steps and knock on the door.He could hear voices inside, and through the windows, he could see that other people had already arrived.
He swallowed.He wasn’t sure what he was doing here.Why had the alpha invited him for dinner?Cam had made it sound like he was having a meal with friends, but Ronan didn’t qualify as a friend.He barely knew Cam.
But Cam had been trying to make Ronan feel more comfortable with being a pack member, which was probably why Ronan was here.It wasn’t like Cam wanted to be his new best friend or anything like that.He just wanted to help a man who had been in a complicated and hellish situation until recently.He probably pitied Ronan.
Ronan didn’t care.He would pity himself if their roles were reversed.What he’d gone through had been awful, and he was glad he was out of his cage and that Fulton was dead.Fulton had hurt him and the man he’d loved.He’d deserved to die.Hell, he’d even deserved to die the way he had—killed by one of the rare shifters he’d so happily trafficked and tortured.
The door opened even though he wasn’t anywhere near it.A short, slender man stood there, watching Ronan.When Ronan didn’t move, Toby gestured at him to come closer.
“I know it’s not that cold yet, but I don’t want you to get chilly,” he explained.“Besides, dinner is almost ready.”
Ronan inclined his head at the alpha mate and climbed the porch steps.He was grateful when Toby didn’t try to hug him.Instead, Toby closed the door and gestured at Ronan to follow him.
“You’re the last one to arrive.”
“I apologize for being late.”Ronan didn’t want Toby to think he was rude.He supposed that hewasrude since he was late, but he thought that Toby would understand.
He’d been in Ronan’s place once.Ronan had heard all about how Toby had been rescued from a gang that was using him for his healing abilities.He’d been the odd man out when he’d first arrived in Rosewood, just like Ronan was now.
Ronan wasn’t sure how long it would take him to fully accept that this was his home now, but it would be more than a few weeks.In the meantime, he’d do his best to integrate into the pack, but he already knew that it would be awkward.
As awkward as getting an invitation to dinner from his new alpha.
The sound of voices grew louder as they walked through the house.They eventually stepped into the kitchen, where several people were gathered.Cam was in front of the stove, stirring something while talking to a tall blond man.Two more men were sitting at the counter, and one was standing by it.Ronan was sure he’d seen them around, but he couldn’t remember their names, and for a moment, he panicked.
