Page 106 of Dublin Brute

Finn nods. “Aye. I tapped into the traffic cams and caught him coming through the intersection and parking against the curb right as you walk into the frame.”

“So, he’s been after her all this time?”

“Aye, I’d say so. Though you putting the boots to him must’ve taken him out for a few weeks. And then, Nora spending a few nights with you at the loft probably kept her off his radar.”

And thank fuck for that. “But she’s home now.”

The idea that this fucker might be after her makes me weak in the knees.

“Aye, and that brings me to the last bit of news.”

I flex my fingers in and out, working to stay in control. “Which is?”

“I went through the images Tig, Drake, and Frenchie have been submitting in their reports of the Kelly house surveillance.”

“And?”

“And McNiven is the asshole in the silver Nissan. It seems he’s been scoping out the house, waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” But even as I ask, I know the answer. “Waiting for his chance to get to Nora.”

“Aye, that was my take on it, too.”

“I’ve got to get to her.” I slam the hood shut with a force that vibrates through the garage and then drop into the driver’s seat and start the car.

Finn jumps in on the passenger side and we tear out of the garage. “Wait, Brenny. You have to play this right. You can’t just march into her house.”

“Watch me.” My palms ache from the death-grip I have on my steering wheel. “Hey, Siri, call Nora.”

My Bluetooth connection kicks in, and my phone begins to ring.

After five agonizing rings, it goes to voicemail. I’m at a loss. There’s no way I can leave her a message and be like…Hey, you know that guy that stalked you after the charity fight? Yeah, he killed your mam, is out of prison, and coming after you. Call me back.

Instead, I go vague. “It’s me. Lock down, angel. There’s trouble. I’m on my way.” I end the call without saying anything more and try again. “Hey, Siri, call Drake.”

The phone rings and thankfully, the guy picks up on the first ring. “Morning, bossman. What can I?—”

“Do you have eyes on Nora?”

“Uh, not at the moment. She’s in the house with her father. I’m down the block, parked in the driveway of a neighbor on holiday.”

“But you have a line of sight on the house.”

“I do.”

“Is there anyone else watching the house? Frenchie mentioned there was another interested party the other day. The fucker in the silver Nissan.”

“Aye, but he fucked off fast the moment Frenchie marched over to tap on his window.”

“And you haven’t noticed him back?”

“No. Why?”

“Because his name is Terrance McNevin, and he’s a fucking Lillipudlian Made Man with an axe to grind with the father. Hekilled the wife years ago and did time for it. Now he’s out and coming after Nora.”

“Fuck. All right, what do you need?”

“I need you to make sure Terrance McNevin gets nowhere near that house.” I hang up the call and cast a glance at my brother sitting in my shotgun seat. “Call Sean. Tell him I want a team at Nora’s. I’m done with this shit. I’m pulling her from her life.”

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