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Then Frankie shook his head. “All those people died. And for what? Money!”

“He said he called it off,” Robert said.

“Who cares? He should have never called it on,” said Frankie. “You and your wife have been making excuses for your children their entire lives. Someday they will have to give account. Today is RJ’s day.”

Robert exhaled. “Yes, I know. I’ve known it for years. But how can you correct the damage when it’s already been done? I was so busy chasing after their mother, making sure she stayed sober, making sure she didn’t sleep around anymore with this guy and with that guy that I forgot to pay any attention to my son and daughter. And she sure as hell wasn’t paying any attention to them. They practically raised themselves.”

“That’s probably why Everly follows RJ around like his lapdog,” said Frankie. “She saw him as her father when they were kids. I’m surprised she wasn’t in on it too.”

As soon as Frankie said those words, Robert froze.

Frankie could feel the freeze. She turned and looked at him. When she saw that he was in that land of inward reflection, she knew she had said something that touched a nerve. “What is it?” she asked him.

But Robert only moved her away and began getting out of the tub.

“Robert what?” Frankie asked as she got out too and began hurrying behind him.

Robert hurried into a room down the hall that Frankie had never ventured into. But when he opened the door and she saw what looked like twenty different monitors capturing twenty different locations around the stadium, she was floored.

“Whoa,” she said. “What’s all this?”

“My eyes on my business,” Robert said as he sat at the desk and pulled up a folder on the monitor entitledOverride.

“What’s override?” asked Frankie.

“When a crew shift comes in, RJ can override security footage so that there won’t be motion alerts every two minutes. But I override his override.”

“Did he know that?”

“Nobody knows it,” Robert said as he pulled up the footage that began at midnight and ended at four am. And sure enough, to Frankie’s shock, it wasn’t RJ in the control booth at midnight overriding the security. It was Everly!

“Dear Lord,” Robert said when he saw his daughter escort a grounds crew into the stadium and played on her phone while they planted explosives.

“Everly?” Frankie was saying. “But who in the world was bankrolling all of this if the Tunisians left the country as RJ claimed?”

Robert didn’t know, but he was about to find out.

He jumped up and began putting on clothes. Frankie began putting on clothes too.

And he didn’t stop her. They were a good team. He would have been dead at that house had she not been there to get him out before that second, more powerful explosion. Where he went, she was going.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Robert phoned Everly’s security detail while he and Frankie were rushing to his car. “Where’s my daughter?” he asked her detail chief.

“She’s home, sir.”

“You’re there now?”

“Yes, we’re here. She’s been home ever since she left your place. We’ve had tight security on her all day.”

“Make sure she stays there. I’m on my way.”

“Yes, sir.”

Robert and Frankie jumped into her Porsche and sped away.

But as soon as they arrived at the gate, the detail chief met him on the driver’s side.

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