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She squeezed his hand. “Dad said he was taking me back, but that you were staying?”
Being the partner of a man who served the public, she was familiar with the job's requirements. And while he worked in the private sector now, his internal need to do what was right would have him stay, even if the entire thing wasn’t a very up close and personal incident for their family.
“I want you secured at Haven until I know for sure.”
“Know what, for sure?”
“That they’re all dead.”
Michael and Taylor had been close to the blast, but those coordinates… she’d looked them up. Liam showed her how. They pinpointed a spot on the lake's edge where she imagined the view was spectacular without the fog. A perfect place to propose. Sinclair probably killed Taylor almost immediately, or so Liam thought, and the final shot they heard was him ending his own life before the explosion.
But Liam wasn’t referring to Michael and Taylor. He wanted to know if any Zanmi members had escaped. “Do you think Emmett is alive?”
“Perhaps, but I highly doubt it.”
They made it to Anderson and found not only him, but also Klausen.
“Ms. Fairweather.” Klausen nodded in greeting. “It would appear that I have been correct all these years. You are one extraordinarily tough woman.”
She would take time later to think about why that particular statement had tears springing forth, but for now, they needed to focus on getting the details. “Klausen, don’t start being nice to me, or I’ll start being nice to you, and then where will our relationship go?”
“Good to see you, Ms. Fairweather.” Anderson held up a hand to halt the chatter coming from the group. “Thanks for making my last days at the Bureau interesting.”
“Glad to be of service.”
Will and Holden’s cab pulled up next, and Liam waved them over. Her father was off securing hotel rooms, or he was coordinating the effort to find hotel rooms. In truth, it was probably Hillary helping him, since her father no longer had an assistant.
It turned her stomach, thinking of all the private details Taylor had access to during her time under Samuel and their father. She would have known every little detail of their lives, twisting the information into some warped narrative she could use on the people who followed her and Toby.
Toby.
She’d heard Liam quietly talking to what sounded like Rowan on the phone. He wanted a message sent without delay to Killian McIntyre. The first part of it was a stand down order, and that was to be expected. Liam was always good on his word, and one day, he would see that the hasty decision made by him and her brother came from a need to protect and nothing more. They were honorable at their core, and no one, no monster or man, would ever change that.
But the second part of his conversation, well, she did take a small amount of pleasure there. It jarred a sick satisfaction in her that she had no right to feel. The PR plan was that there would be no plan. Anyone could ask whatever they wanted. They weren’t going to hide any details.Not anymore. From here until eternity, the Fairweathers would operate with acome one, come allattitude. Come look at their highs. Come gasp at their lows. Come see the freaks that call themselves a family when they’re made up of nothing but thin connections and poorly kept secrets. Come see the Fairweathers and how they are so veryflawed.
Just like everyone else in the world.
So when Liam gave his second request, it was for something simple. Something that sent a message.
Turn on the news.
That was it.
Turn on the news and let Toby see what Michael had done.
Liam and Samuel might be honorable men, but they were vindictive as well. Jamison loved them a little more for it.
Moving around Anderson, Liam examined the map laid out on the hood of an unmarked car. “Has the site been cleared?”
“Bomb investigators are in there,” Anderson replied. “Sinclair kept it neat for the most part.”
Liam pointed to a spot on the map. “Sinclair’s body should be here, and Taylor’s probably not far off.”
“They’ve already located something here.” Anderson’s finger slid down the map, stopping not far from the coordinates Michael had given her. “Might be Taylor. Hard to tell at this point. We’re thinking he used some sort of phosphorus bomb on her, so there’s not much left.”
Holden approached and handed over a holster and Glock to Liam. “Thought you’d want this.”
“Thanks, man.”
