Page 50 of The Killer Who Kept Me

“She worries.”

“I understand.”

Andrew glanced at the TV and the papers everywhere. “Who is it that’s causing all this?”

“Fucking Ramsey Brookes.” I motioned to Em. “He’s helping us with locations.”

“How can I help?”

“Actually, you remember Lynus Frazee, right?”

“Unfortunately. He was a horrible man; his death was a blessing.” My uncle snorted. “He liked to cause problems. He was dangerous because he’d have plans, start them, but never know how to get the job done.”

“Em here told us Ramsey and Lynus were buddies.”

Andrew quirked a brow. “To what end?”

“Not really sure.” I reiterated to Andrew everything Em had told us about Lynus and Ramsey’s relationship. Maybe he’d know what heavy hitter Lynus had managed to take out. “Any idea who that could’ve been?”

Andrew scratched his chi and looked at Em. “He didn’t mention when this all went down?”

Em shook his head. “All he mentioned was that it happened years ago. It was supposed to be this huge thing that got him more power, I guess, but it never did.”

“Right before I stepped in for the family, it was a dark time. Three bosses from outlier territories were taken out, but it was assumed the Japanese had infiltrated and a war had broken out. Then your parents died, and Penny and I were trying to help you and Dafni cope with everything. It’s hard to say.”

Benny’s phone went off, and he answered it. He pressed it to his chest. “Jett said the house is cold.”

“Okay, get them to Lincoln. Mike will send them the address. See what they can find out about the penthouse, who’s there, what’s been happening.” Benny got back on the phone.

“Someone told me The Vine went up in flames.” Andrew cocked his head.

“Yeah, Ramsey was a little upset over a recent delivery he received.” I glanced at Em, not wanting to get into too much detail about Brandi. I understood he knew who and what I was, but he didn’t need it shoved in his face all the time.

“Damn.” Andrew slipped his hands into his pockets. “I remember when that place used to be a disco club.”

“You’re aging yourself, old man.” I slapped Andrew on the shoulder.

“Oh, please. Your mom and dad loved going there. Your mother could dance. They were the most popular couple in the Eastbury night life.”

“I bet they were. I remember Dad and Mom dancing around the house all the time.”

Andrew nodded. “The club even named the couples trophy after them.”

“Tancredi?”

Andrew shook his head. “The Bernard and Cora Couples Dance Award, a real mouthful.” He chuckled.

Em gasped loudly and I looked over at him. “Are you all right?”

“Bernard, that’s it I…oh.”

“What?” Andrew asked.

“Lynus, the man he spoke of was named Bernard. He was a heavy hitter, but the one who took his spot, I don’t know. I could be wrong.” Em appeared panicked, and I wanted to console him, but what he was saying…it couldn’t be.

I turned to Andrew. “That can’t mean…”

Andrew sat beside Em. “You need to be very sure about what you’re saying here.”

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