Page 37 of Grimm
It had been two months since Tavish’s meeting with his father, and the meeting hadn’t gone exactly how we’d expected. Tavish had confided in me that Angus was dying of cancer, and nobody in the family knew but him, which made me feel even worse for the part I’d played in a dying man being in prison. I had only done my job and went where the evidence led me, which was right to Sin City’s doorstep; however, now, I looked at that evidence differently. It was all manufactured, and it pissed me the hell off the Bianchis had taken down Sin City down, and used me to do it.
I shuffled through the papers on Tavish’s desk. It had been a long three months since I first stepped foot on Sin City’s doorstep, and time was running out for Angus and my brother. I didn’t want to admit it despite getting closer to finding David and the evidence against Judge Richards and the Bianchis.
Carson gave me more evidence from the informant. Sin City MC definitely had someone connected to the FBI inside the clubhouse, and Tavish hadn’t been able to find out who it was yet. He believed it was also connected to the death of a prospect named River a few months ago.
According to Carson, the FBI believed the Bianchi syndicate was also connected to a nationwide sex-trafficking ring, originating with a high-profile U.S. Senator’s son in Charlotte, NC.
I straddled the fence when it came to my ethics as a lawyer and handing all this information to Tavish. But my brother’s life was at stake, and I’d put my job ahead of him for too long. I refused to do so any longer. If I hadn’t been so selfish, he wouldn’t have ended up entangled with the Bianchis.
“Look at this shit!”
I looked up at Tavish scrolling through his phone.
“We got him, doll! We fucking got him!”
I rushed to my feet from behind Tavish’s desk in his home office and raced to his side. We had set up a war room in here. I barely stayed at my condo anymore. When I got off work, this was the first place I came, and Tavish hadn’t complained. He even gave me a key.
I grabbed his phone, and my eyes widened as I scrolled through pictures and videos of Judge Richards with boys who looked to be underage.
“Is this what I think it is?” I asked, utterly disgusted an esteemed judge would be involved in shit like this. “They can’t be older than twelve or thirteen, Tav, if that.”
“I know. This is what the Bianchis had on the judge.” Tavish pulled me down onto his lap. “This is why his business dealings with Angus changed and ultimately what got his son killed. They killed him to pin the murder on Angus and had the judge point the finger.”
“If he refused, then they would release all this information,” I said, finishing Tavish’s thought.
“That makes the most sense,” he said. “Is this enough to get Angus out?”
“It will definitely help. You should get all this latest information to Angus’ attorneys so they can petition for a new trial on the grounds of new evidence.”
“And what happens after?”
“That’s up to a judge. But, in my professional opinion, this, along with your mother providing your father with an alibi the night the murder occurred, it won’t be long until he’s home.”
Although the alibi wasn’t true because Tavish had already acknowledged his father was with him the night of the murder, I hadn’t pushed for the truth. There was a part of Tavish’s life he’d never share for my safety as well as his. And, to be honest, I didn’t want to know that part of his life.
“Serious?” he asked, emotion bubbling in his throat.
Tavish hadn’t admitted it, but the revelation that his father was dying hurt him deeply. Guilt weighed heavy on him for not going to visit him since he’d been incarcerated, and now, he’d only have a few years, if that, with him if we could get him free. Although they hadn’t had the best relationship, Tavish loved his father. Angus’ terminal illness had made him realize how much.
“Yes, baby.”
The smile that crossed his face solidified my love for him and how much I wanted to be the one to make sure it stayed there. Most people didn’t understand or agree with our unconventional relationship, but I wouldn’t go back and do anything differently.
“I love you, Gina.”
My heart stopped. My love for him wasn’t in question. However, I didn’t think he would have ever said those three words to me, no matter how many times I said them to him. He wasn’t the type to express his feelings with words. Of course, he showed me how much he cared when we made love. He’d kiss or touch me so tenderly, I’d melt into him. But, in this moment, I never realized how much I needed to hear the words.
“I love you, too, Tav.”
I ran my hands through his hair, and he sighed. Things were looking up for us. The only thing missing was my brother.
“We’ll find him, Gina,” he said, like he knew where my thoughts had strayed. It was like this all the time with us. We knew each other’s thoughts before we vocalized them. “I’m not giving up until we do.”
The buzzing of his cellphone crashed the tender moment, and it was a good thing. I didn’t want to bring down Tavish’s good mood with my tears for my brother. We needed something good to celebrate.
He cursed under his breath, then tapped my thigh.
I rose from his lap.
