You… saw him? Baker asks. And he was dead?
It struck me that Daisy could be right. Maybe Kieran did need some serious help, and we should take it upon ourselves to make that call to Sydney. What other options did we have? If Dara really was the only person standing in the way of Valens steamrolling the Peace Accord Treaties, wouldn’t it be better for us to unite our efforts?You don’t need your own bathrooms, I said absently as I chewed my lip.
Then again, living in virtual ignorance as we were, would we do more damage than good? I’d gathered that the plans were intricate and Kieran was a master at disguising his trail from his father’s people. One wrong move might unravel the whole thing…Mordecai stinks, Daisy blurted. Air freshener and candles can only do so much.That adds to the spice of life, I said, letting us in through Kieran’s back door.
The sun was sinking over the not-so-distant water, painting the sky in beautiful layers of pink and orange.Umm, it smells good, Daisy said as we walked through a back room, similar to the one in the house across the street, and made our way toward the food smell. I’m starving!
You’re always starving, I said as we entered a kitchen almost exactly like the one across the street, only a little bigger, if that were possible.
Jack and Donovan stood at the grill beside the stove, both wearing clean sweats and tight T-shirts. They were probably the most robust cooks I’d ever seen. The fan whirred and smoke rose into the stainless-steel hood as flame licked the steaks. Unlike usual, they weren’t chatting or bantering. Their shoulders were tight and their movements a little stiff.Fedor Petrov squeezed the trigger of his .45 millimeter point-blank to his head last night.
Lori’s stomach protested. She swallowed. Hard. God, no.I wish I was joking.
Where is Trina? Petrov was their payer, and Trina was the temporary wife halfway through her two-year contract.Secluded in Petrov’s estate in the Hamptons.