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He nodded, and I left.

Everything would come out now; it was only a matter of time.

I needed information, and I didn’t know how to get it. The one person I could have called was murdered a year ago.

It might be time to make contact with the one person I hoped never to speak to again.

My older brother.

Chapter Ten

Braesal O’Malley

“I found her.”

Looking up from my desk, I saw Tyran enter my office and immediately slam his big frame onto the sofa that was pushed against the wall opposite of where I was sitting.

Leaning back, I looked at him.

“Found who?”

He looked at me, eyes widening for a fraction of a second. I hadn’t asked him to look for a woman. What I had asked for was for him to get me everything he could find on Christian Moreno.

“Maureen.”

Straightening in my seat, I leaned forward on my desk and glared at him. “I don’t recall asking you to look for her. She wanted out.”

Sitting forward on the couch, he looked at his feet. “Boss—”

“Why the fuck were you looking for Maureen?”

“Well, you offered—”

“I didn’t ask what I fucking offered. I asked why the fuck you were looking for her?”

Tyran Fitzpatrick had been my best friend my whole life. When I took over for my father, it was only natural that he would be my second. The only person I trusted.

Mostly.

In my position, I couldn’t fully trust anyone.

Everyone had a price they would sell their soul for.

I didn’t get to where I was thinking Tyran didn’t have one.

It was just that no one had found it yet.

“She’s in Nebraska.”

That caught me off guard.

“Where,” I growled.

“Diamond Creek.”

“Fucking hell!” I slammed my fist on the desk.

What the fuck was she doing there?

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