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I narrowed my eyes on Eli and saw the same speculation in his expression as he stood beside me.
“Mr. Sullivan.” I gestured him into the chair Rhys had recently occupied, its small arms and sunken seat encasing him—and inhibiting his movements somewhat more than my seat would. “First, let me assure you we aren’t here to harm you or ask for ransom. In fact, we’re attempting to keep you safe.”
Sullivan grunted, his gaze roaming the room. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you.” He raised his locked wrists. “Would you like to change that?”
I nodded to Rhys, who quickly unlocked the handcuffs. Pocketing them, he took up position at Sullivan’s shoulder just in case.
Sullivan was eyeing me with a vee between his brows. “You were waiting in the back seat when I…” A flash of something—knowledge, maybe uncomfortable awareness, crossed his face. “In the car. You drugged me.” He glanced around again, even twisting to look behind him. “Where’s Gerald?”
“Your driver?” Eli asked. Sullivan looked to him, nodded. “He’s safe. He didn’t accompany us.”
Sullivan held himself rigid for a moment longer, then sank into the seat. “There’s no real reason to believe any of this, but…okay.”
Yeah, that’s not what his expression said.
Maybe he’d cooperate. I hoped to fuck he would. We might speculate about torture, but I doubted Remi and Eli wanted to use it on an innocent any more than we did.
“Mr. Sullivan,” I said, keeping my voice low but firm, nonthreatening, “we have you here because intel we were given indicated that a man we know only as X has issued a hit order on you. Are you familiar with that name?”
He was shaking his head by the time I finished my question. Too bad I’d seen the flash of knowledge in his eyes before he did it. Because of the name or the hit?
“Do you know of any reason someone would want you dead?” Eli asked, seeming to slip into my thoughts.
Sullivan’s laugh was strained. “You know who I am, right?”
I raised my brows at him.
“Then you know everything about my position is reason to have me killed. I’m head of the richest international bank on US soil. Of course I’m a target. But there’ve been no threats, nothing…”
“If they’re serious, Sullivan,” I pointed out, “you won’t receive a threat beforehand.”
“Like I had no idea you were targeting me?” he asked. “Right now you appear to be the only threat I need to worry about.” He stood, briskly straightening his sleeves. “I need to return home.”
Rhys’s jerk on the man’s shoulder took him by surprise—or maybe it was the drugs still lingering in his system; either way, he stumbled back into his seat.
“Right now we are all that stands between you and whoever intends to kill you,” I reminded him. “I’d suggest you cooperate so we can get to the bottom of this with no one getting hurt.”
Sullivan narrowed his eyes on me. “Just how do you know about this contract?”
I shot him a smile I didn’t think was all that reassuring given how white he turned. “X tried to hire us, of course. Good thing for you we refused.”
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Chapter Twenty-Five
Levi —
Killing was easy. Death was hard.
Abby’s breathing went deep, her body relaxing into the solace of the bed. Asleep. Maybe the bed could comfort her where I couldn’t. Every look she gave me, every time those hazel eyes fixed on me, reddened and full of pain, tears brimming, a knife pierced my chest. I was so full of holes I was surprised my intestines didn’t spill onto the floor when I stood up.
But they didn’t. I wished they would.
The quiet in the hall shouted accusations as I eased the door to our bedroom closed. Leah had gone to lie down. Brooke and Eli’s dog were with Maris, whose gaze had been sympathetic when she’d agreed to watch them for a bit. And I…
I was sneaking off. Typical Levi MO. But if I didn’t get out of here, the anger in my chest might slip my control and hit the wrong target.
Better to choose the target ahead of time. No one deserved the anger but me.
