Mal: Honestly, I don’t know where Atlas took him.However, you can’t go and tell Simone so she can find him and beat the shit out of him.
Lilah: I was planning to do the beating.
Cass: My money is on her.
Mal: We’re not betting on who’s beating up my well-intentioned, dumbass brother.Are we?He’s going to rehab for that leg and his issues.
Cass: All the Timberbridges should be in therapy.
Mal: I hear you and I’m looking for one.
Lilah: I can’t believe they have a child—a teenager.I wish Simone had told me.We would’ve helped her.
Mal: We can’t think about the what-ifs.
Cass: If it makes you feel better, Lyndon has a good family.
Lilah: You know about him?
Cass: I had no idea he was related to the Timberbridges, but now that I know, I can see the resemblance.
Lilah: Will I ever meet him?
Mal: We don’t know.I think that is something we’ll have to discuss with Simone and Keir once they solve their relationship.
Lilah: Fine, I won’t beat the shit out of Keir, but I’m not happy with him.
Mal: That’s reasonable.
ChapterFifty-One
Mal:I just ended a call with Finnegan Gil.I’m ...I’m not okay.
Cass:Did he fire you?
Mal:I wish that was it.We’ve been searching for our father.
Cass:Wasn’t he dead?
Mal:Last we heard he had been ran over a drunk driver, but he’s alive.
Cass:That’s good?
Mal:He’s Desmond Draven’s right hand.My father is working for them.
Cass:That doesn’t make sense.
Mal:Why not?
Cass:Their attacks seem too personal.If your father is his right hand, wouldn’t he be protecting you?
Mal:Ding, ding, ding.You just nailed it.My father hates us—remember when I told you he beat the shit out of us?He loved to torture us.Everything that’s happened so far is so on brand.
Cass:I’m searching and he did die in a car accident.Are you sure it’s him?
Mal:Yes.Gil thinks they staged his death, gave him a new identity.
Cass:That’s ...wow.Are you telling your brothers?