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Angus nodded. “Did you have a chance to review the dossier I sent you on Boudreaux?”

“Not yet. But the situation with Vidal will get my full attention this weekend.”

Reaching into his bag, Angus withdrew a folder and opened it on the table. He pushed the photos inside up and out of the way. Gideon recognized a mugshot when he saw one, and there were multiple of the same guy at different ages of his life.

Now intensely curious, he leaned forward and spread the photos to see more than partial images. “This is the guy who maneuvered Chris out of the company? He’s got a rap sheet? For what?”

Angus found the paper he was looking for and handed it over.

Gideon read through it, his brows lifting. He flipped it over, then shuffled through the other papers. “What did he get arrested for the second time?”

“Different man. The father.”

He lifted both photos to study them side by side. “Fascinating.”

“Your sister says Chris is the reason Boudreaux has targeted Vidal Records. That it’s a personal vendetta of some sort. I’m looking into it since she didn’t know more, but you need to understand this isn’t just business. Something brought him all this way with a commitment to losing substantial money.”

“Hey!” Eva called out behind him. “Whose pictures are you looking at?”

“They’re mugshots, angel.”

“Really?”

Her voice was more animated than he’d heard in days, which drew his attention to her. She hopped off the barstool and headed his way, stopping at his side with her hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, my god,” she breathed, taking the photo of the older man from him. “I thought he looked familiar. This is the guy Ireland’s seeing.”

Gideon’s back stiffened abruptly. “What do you mean?”

“No, wait.” She frowned. “This is an old picture. I didn’t see the date. Or the clothes, for that matter. Crazy resemblance, though. It’s fucking weird.”

Shifting in his seat to better look up at her, he said more firmly, “Go back to what you said about Ireland dating someone.”

Eva dropped the photo on the table and slid the teenager’s mugshot closer. “You should hear her talk about him. Actually, you probably shouldn’t. You wouldn’t like it.”

“When did she first tell you about him?” Angus asked, pulling out a more recent photo and handing it to her.

“That’shim. His hair’s a lot longer now, though. Longer than yours.” She ran a hand over Gideon’s head. “She told me about him last weekend.”

“Repeat what she said.” Gideon caught his wife’s hand and tugged her onto his lap. “Then tell me why you didn’t say anything to me about it.”

“They met in a bar and went to dinner with his friends. I kept it to myself because youmightbe a tad overprotective, ace.” She set the picture down.

“I trust my instincts. They led me to you.”

She kissed him. A soft press of her lush lips to his that he’d needed. “I saw them together when we took Lucky to the park. I got a bad feeling from him, to be honest. There’s just something…off. But then, I might be overprotective, too.”

“That’s why we walked so long,” he said reflectively. “You were looking for them.”

Raúl stood and came over, looking at the photographs.

Draping her arms around his neck, Eva gave him a crooked half-smile. “Can’t get anything past you, baby. Yes, I wanted to see them together because she was so excited about him. She’s never talked about anyone else she’s dated in quite the same way. I almost asked Angus to look into him, but it seems you got to it first.”

“Ireland asked me to,” the Scot told her.

“I’ve seen this dude,” Raúl murmured, pulling out his phone and swiping at the screen. “This morning.”

Shouts and catcalls erupted from the speaker as he set the phone down on the tabletop. They all leaned over to watch the video he cued up for them.

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