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Sam sighed. “No.”
“Okay, then. Out with it, baby brother.”
“Fine. Luis got a call from two different guys. One is a local informant, the other is one of our own guys. They got the exact same story. They’ve started noticing some weird activity around town.”
Dad leaned forward, suddenly intense. “What kind of activity?”
“Suspicious-looking people hanging around, unmarked vans and sedans cruising around at odd hours of the night, stuff like that.”
“Feds?”
Sam shook his head. “Don’t think so. That’s the weird part. They aren’t watching us. They’ve been hanging around the security guys’ places.”
“Security guys?” Dad frowned.
“Yeah, that security firm in town. Blayne Walker and his friends. That place. These people are hovering around them.”
My body went rigid. The hunters? They’d returned? My thoughts went into overdrive, and Dad noticed something was wrong. He turned his gaze upon me. “Do you know anything about this?”
I bit the inside of my cheek and shook my head. “Nope.” I didn’t want to lie to my father, but it wasn’t my story to tell.
Dad stared at me for a long moment before turning back to Sam. “Tell all our people to be on the lookout. From everything I’ve heard, those are good boys. I refuse to let good people in my town get screwed with. Have our guys report in if they see anything strange going on.”
“Will do,” Sam said and turned to leave.
Dad waited until Uncle Sam was out of earshot before looking at me again. “So. Are you gonna tell me what you know? Or are we gonna keep playing this game?”
My shoulders slumped as I fell back onto the couch. He knew I was hiding something. If there was one thing my dad was really good at, it was knowing when someone was lying. That’s what made him good at his business. It also made him a pain in the ass as a parent. He’d be like a dog on a bone and keep pushing and pushing until I broke. He’d find out soon enough, anyway. If the hunters were staking out all of Blayne’s friends, then whatever they’d planned would be coming soon.
I ran a hand across my face. “So, there’s something going on with Blayne and his friends. They’re all shifters. They’re like Liam and Blayne. Well, almost the same. They’re all different animals, but you get the gist, right?”
Dad’s brow furrowed, but he nodded. “Okay. What else? What’s going on with them?”
“There’s a
really rich guy who hates them. He wants them dead. I honestly don’t know enough to give you all the details. It might be better if you talk to Blayne’s team about it. Let Tate and the others know there are guys sneaking around. They need to know.”
Dad pulled his cell phone out and dialed a number. “Mike? Hey, bro. Can you have Kyle get a hold of the guys at that security firm in town? Tell them I want to meet with them ASAP. Make sure they know it’s important. I can be there within the hour if they’re able…okay…yeah…sounds good. Text me when
it’s done. Bye.” Dad hung up, then looked back at me. “How bad is this? For real? Sometimes rich guys like swinging their weight around. Not all of them actually follow through on threats.”
I met my father’s eyes. “This won’t end pretty. That’s all I know.”
“Damn,” Dad said, nodding like he’d been expecting that answer.
A few seconds later, Dad’s phone chimed with a text. “Let’s go, kid. This Miles guy is at his office. Said he’s free.”
I gaped at him. “Me?”
“Yeah. You know these guys. You’ll be a good go-between.”
“Uh…wait. I know Blayne, and I’ve met a couple of the others for a total of like five or six minutes. That doesn’t make me some kind of ambassador.”
Dad grunted. “Well…better than nothing. Let’s go, kiddo.”
Twenty minutes later, we were at the front door of the security firm. Dad hit the entry button and we were greeted by a sultry voice. “Good afternoon, how may I help you?”
“Gio Francis. Here to see Miles Kelly.”
“Absolutely. He’s expecting you.”
There was an audible click as the door unlocked and we stepped in. A gorgeous woman at the receptionist counter looked up and greeted us with a smile. “Hello. My name is Kennedy. Mr. Kelly is down the hall. Third office on the right,” she said as she pointed us in the right direction.
We walked down the hallway and I kept my eyes down, terrified of seeing Blayne. I’d never been so uncomfortable in my life. We found the doorway the receptionist had told us about and walked in.
Blayne’s friend looked up and stood. “Mr. Francis.” He stretched his arm out and shook my father’s hand. His eyes flicked over to me for half a second before returning to my father. “Can I ask what’s so urgent?”
“The rest of your ownership team? Are they here?” Dad asked.