Page 147 of Finish Line

“I’m going to kill him.” He storms out the door.

I move to stop him, but he won’t listen, so I chase him.

“I would stop if I were you, Uncle Brett, unless you want your precious daughter blown up.” Roger waves a black object out the window.

We turn around, and Cin, the Masons, and the staff are inside the building.

We look back at him.

“What do you want, Roger?” I yell.

“I came to give you my condolences, Monkey. I’m sorry for your loss.” He gives me a half smile.

“How dare you show your face! You killed her!” Peter yells.

“Aww, the good Dr. Tate.” Roger pouts. “You can’t seem to keep your wives alive.”

Peter growls and moves toward the car, but Nick wraps his arms around him.

“He wants under your skin, Dad. Don’t let him,” Nick says.

“I’ll be coming for you, Roger. I’m done with your games.” I clench my hands.

His eyes narrow. “I’m counting on it, Monkey.” He turns toward the driver and tells them to go.

They take off down the road.

Nick and Luke scream for everyone to evacuate the building. We hunker down behind the cars, waiting for the bomb to blow.

“Frank, can you call the bomb squad and have them check if a bomb is in the restaurant?” Nick asks.

“On it.” He moves down the street a safe distance before he takes out his phone and makes the call.

“How did he discover we would be here?” Cam asks.

“We took out the bugs at our house, Luke’s, and the Tate’s,” Mav says.

“Did Frank do yours?” I ask Dom.

“Umm, I think,” he says.

Frank disconnects from his call and walks toward us. “The bomb squad is on its way.”

“Good. Frank, did you scan our house for bugs?” Dom asks.

“Of course.” He looks back and forth between Mav and Dom. “I did it myself. Why?”

“How does he find out stuff?” I ask myself.

Frank answers. “If we found and removed every bug, then he has to have someone on the inside—someone we missed.”

Luke runs his hand through his hair. “Once we’re through graduation, Shelby’s birthday, and sending my family on vacation, we can figure out who the rat is.”

“No. We need to figure that out, now,” I say. “Graduation is in a couple of days. I don’t think he’ll come after us there, though. It’s too public, and too many extra people he doesn’t care to deal with will be around. This was just family.”

My eyes drop. “We can discuss my birthday later. It’s more important to find out who is giving out the information.”

“It must be someone at our place. We have the most people. We need to bring back Mr. Scott and have him go over everyone,” Dom says. “How quickly can he be here?”

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