Page 58 of Arranged Addiction
“I want that man caught, but tell everyone to be careful. If he is who I think he is…” Declan trails off, looking grim. “Just find him. Dead or alive. Preferably dead.”
Rian salutes and jogs off, pausing only to toss the hand into the trunk of another car.
Declan helps me into the passenger seat. He gets behind the wheel and looks like he’s staring at his own corpse lying in a box.
“Whose hand was that?” I ask, and he doesn’t answer at first. “Declan, whose hand was it?”
“Do you remember Patrick Doyle?”
I nod, thinking back to the meeting they had together. “He seemed nice.”
“We found him dead. And he was missing a hand.”
I cover my mouth. I feel like I want to throw up. “That’s horrible. That’s…”
“My fault.” His jaw flexes as he starts the engine. “Come on. We’re going home.”
Chapter 18
Declan
My men turn up nothing.
There’s no sign of the mysterious homeless man who allegedly left the hand right on the hood of my car in sight of six trained and reliable soldiers.
It’s fucking unreal.
And only makes me believe Senesi really is back.
After the wedding, I can tell Casey is shaken. Between the hand and becoming my wife, it was a pretty big day.
She’s overwhelmed and trying to make sense of what’s happening.
I let her have some space. She curls up on the couch, still in her gorgeous wedding dress, and accepts a cup of tea when I make it. I have calls to make, but I don’t go far. I make sure I’m near her in case she needs me.
“I guess that solves the mystery,” Seamus says. The bastard sounds a little too cavalier.
“You’re not concerned about this?”
“Oh, no, I’m very worried, but I’m good at seeing the humor in things.”
“I’m happy you find a dead man’s severed hand on my car on the day of my wedding fucking funny.”
“Kind of hilarious. I mean, you didn’t invite me, so?—”
“Seamus, stop fucking around.”
“Bring the temperature down, Declan. I know you’re angry. I’m angry too. Those were some of my most trusted guys, and that Senesi psycho managed to drop a hand on your damn car without any of them noticing. I have some hard conversations ahead of me.”
“I’m so sorry your personnel problems are so difficult.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”
I peer down the hall toward where Casey’s sipping from her mug. “This is serious. There’s a killer trying to hunt down my wife.”
“Trust me, I know how that feels.”
“Then you know I’d do anything to make sure she’s safe.”
