TWENTY-SEVEN
Davit
“I guessit’s not such a big deal that our would-be assassin didn’t make it,” I said to Elias about five weeks after the initial attack.
I’d kept him alive for a week, and to his credit, he hadn’t given me a name.
What he had given me was an encrypted hard drive.
One that I had finally cracked.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“Because I now know who was behind the attempt on Amethyst’s life,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm, though my excitement was steadily growing.
“What did you find?” He stood and walked over to me.
“Take a look,” I said, handing him the sheet of paper.
He read it then shrugged. “How devious.”
“And sloppy,” I added.
“What are you going to do about it?” he asked.
I smiled, and my brother chuckled.
“I know what that look means,” he said.
“You should. You taught me,” I said.
“Still, you don’t look like taking care of this will be a hardship. Does Ms. James mean more to you than she should, brother?”
“Don’t worry about Ms. James.” I was so focused on what was to come that not even Elias’s prodding could distract me.
He laughed. “Not gonna take the bait, huh?”
“Nope,” I responded without looking up at him.
“All right. I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy yourself,” he said.
“I will. And I’ll update you on the next shipment soon,” I said.
“Very well,” he said, and then he left.
I pushed out of my chair and began pacing the room as a plan started to form. I was both calm and energized.
Underneath all of that was rage, but I kept that in check. Emotion was the enemy of logic, and emotion would make me sloppy.
Now wasn’t the time for that. I made a few calls to ensure that everything was in place. Then I drove back to my place and found Amethyst there.
Finding out who was behind the attack had taken too long. I could see that the stress of it was wearing on her.
Now, I would alleviate that stress, though I would probably add another in its place.
“Put on your shoes,” I said when she looked at me.
“Why? Are we going somewhere? Where?” She threw questions at me rapid-fire.