Page 82 of Aydin

“Edgar’s involved.”

“All I know is that she’s had ambitions of being in politics, even the White House.”

“You helped her.”

He shook his head.

“No, I only donated to her so it looks good.”

“But all along, you’ve been helping her move money and tried to use my company when she brought in Tristan.”

He looked at Nasir, then back to me, and I knew that was confirmation. I let him go.

“Addison is playing you.”

“She’s unstoppable. I tried to tell her it was too much too soon,” he rambled on.

“Where does Edgar fit in with this situation?”

“As far as I know, he’s blind to his daughter’s situation. She has everyone thinking he’s in charge, but she’s running the entire operation.”

“If we didn’t come to Chicago last time, we probably set her on a course to come after Amelia full steam.”

“We need to go by her place,” Nasir remarked, and I nodded.

“If she calls you, I better be the first one you contact,” I told him.

We cut him off, hopped in the van, and drove through downtown Chicago to her home in Glencoe. Something in my gut told me she wasn’t to be trusted and that we should have broken ties a long time ago. Nasir hopped on the ninety-four freeway, and my cell buzzed with a text message.

Nicco: 2378 Addison’s address, five thousand square feet gate.

“She has a guard and gate,” I said.

“How do you want to handle it?”

“We check it out and wait to hear from our contacts. I need to get back to Amelia.”

He smirked.

“What is that smirk about?”

“You.”

“Don’t start.”

“You’ve changed in a good way.”

“I don’t need this. I told you so.”

“Yes, you do.”

“She’s different.”

“I see, and the way you changed around her is good.”

“At first, I was an asshole. I can admit that.”

“The biggest asshole.”

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