“About the rainbow blanket?”
Matt looked uneasy, his eyes darting around. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“When I left him, he had a knit rainbow blanket over his knees. But he’d only just received it. I carried it in for the nurse.”
“So?” Matt’s face was becoming an unhealthy shade of green.
“That’s enough,” Courtney said. “If you keep making these slanderous accusations, you will hear from our attorneys.”
“It’s only slander if it’s not true,” James said. “The evidence against all of you is stacking up.”
“Good point, James. I have another meeting with the GBI coming up. They’ve cleared me, of course, because I had an alibi, but I think they’d be interested in hearing about what you just said, Matt.”
Trey glanced at his brother, and Courtney did as well.
“We’re leaving,” Chris said, with a hard stare. “Tell Declan for me—I’m not hiding from him, but he should be careful with the rumors he’s spreading. I know he thinks he’s invincible, but everyone has an Achilles’ heel.”
“Are you thinking about taking a hit out on him, too? Good luck with that. I was just told about the one for me. It might do you well to remember that all the people you know who could make that happen were introduced to you by Declan. I was just reassured that the Bratva won’t move against any Bloom.” Luke gave him a tight smile. “You might have to get your hands dirty yourself for once. You may have our father’s money, but you will never be a Bloom, no matter how hard you try. You will never have the influence our family name carries.”
Courtney’s eyes shot daggers at him. “This family’s gift of the theatrical is really pathetic. Come on, Chris.”
“By the way, as long as we have the whole family here, there is one thing Dr. Keller said on that tape that might interest you. Right, Luke,” James smiled.
“What tape?” Trey asked.
“Did I forget to mention that part? I recorded our whole conversation.”
Matt swallowed hard.
“That’s not admissible in court,” Chris said. “You don’t have a witness, and as Matt said, my father was full of painkillers, near death. If you had anything, you’d have already taken it to the police. Nice try though.”
“Your grief at your father’s death is touching,” Wes said in disgust.
“There was that one thing on the tape, though, that I can’t stop thinking about.”
Luke rubbed his chin and tried not to grin at his twin. “Was it the part where Keller called Courtney—Crystal? Or, the part where he referred to his sons—plural? Chris, I thought you were an only child? James did you know he had a brother?”
“I am my father’s only son. He was out of it. Didn’t know what he was saying.” Chris scoffed.
Courtney had turned an interesting shade of whitish gray. “I want to go.”
Chris looked at her and seemed to see the same thing as Luke. His mouth tightened. “You’re right. This party is over.”
Luke’s eyes lingered on Matt and Trey as they walked away.
“I don’t think Chris knows,” James said. “Which one do you think it is?”
“Which one is what?” Dahlia asked.
Wes considered both men’s faces. “If I’m not mistaken, I think they’re trying to decide if either Matt or Trey is Dr. Keller’s other son.”
Cara gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“It makes sense, though. It would explain why Dr. Keller remained so loyal to her, even against our father,” James pointed out.
“Who are their fathers? I never asked.” Cara looked thoughtful.
“I’ll look into it,” James offered.