Page 120 of One Last Rainy Day
Head racing as the missing pieces we’ve been searching years for lock into place, the first car fires up feet away. Turning toward the sound, I spot Jeremy speeding past us and out of the parking lot, flying in the direction Cecelia fled. As another car fires up, Denny shouts orders along with Russell as they call out a map of roads to search and set blocks on.
“Keep your goddamn phones close,” Tyler shouts as a final order before starting his truck and waving toward me. “Get in. You’re fucking drunk.”
“Dom!” Tobias shouts over the phone. “Brother...I’m begging you, talk to me!”
“I hear you,” is all I can say as panic rises and emotions start to burn away at my alcohol-laced blood by the second.
“I’m in Roman’s car,” Tobias relays, and I catch on to why.
He’s trying to lure them in.
“I’m following,” I tell him as I desperately try to break through the whiskey haze.
“I can’t speed, or they’ll suspect we’re onto them. That’s if they’re not already here. We’re flying completely blind. I have no clue who ordered the hit, and the two birds on watch said they don’t know how long they’ve been missing. They followed them home last night and must have slipped out undetected this morning. I’m going to try to lure them in.”
Alarm shoots through me as panic sets in for him. As I go to speak my objection, he beats me to it. “Don’t send a single bird to me. She’s all that matters, Dom. Do you hear me? I don’t matter. Find her!”
My anger abates a little because I feel just as fucking helpless right now. My brother is begging me to help save the woman we both love. It’s right up there with the other worst few seconds of my life—when we were told we were both all we had left. That was the case up until Cecelia Horner.
The pain thrums, and it’s then I know. No matter how this ends, everything has already changed, and we can never go back.
“Tell Denny to unpack,” Tobias shouts in order. “Everything. Every fucking thing we have, do you hear me?”
Sean nods, having heard it as I take the phone off speaker. Pulling out my keys, I hold them out to him as I do my best to cut through the slow-motion haze I’m stuck in. “I’ve got two spares in my trunk,” I tell Sean. “Get mine going and have Denny grabeverythingwe lifted from the warehouse.”
Sean turns without a word, his expression mixed. Taking the passenger side of Tyler’s truck as my brother shouts in order and plea, I watch Sean retreat and briefly close my eyes at what he must be feeling. He dedicated his life to helping us avenge our parents’ murders and gave up the love of his life to help us see the quest through.
And now he knows it was all an accident. So does Tyler.
Staring after Sean as he pops my trunk, I have to believe he’ll forgive us and reason that the ink still means something. That the purpose we spun from where it stemmed is enough to hold him—not to regret his ink any more than he does right now.
That he’ll forgive us both for our ignorance and pointless vendetta.
Along with the fact that he could have loved her freely, without guilt—and so could I.
It’s that blow that nearly does me in, but the fear for her and what she’s been put through—for our parents’ fucking mistakes—has me tensing at Tyler’s side with my request. “Take me to Delphine’s.”
Without a word, he nods and tears out of King’s as I lift the phone to my ear.
“...have to find her! Dom?! Brother...please.” The terror in my brother’s voice has me sobering considerably as we speed out of the parking lot.
“I’m here. Start from the beginning.”
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
—Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Chapter Forty-Five
INTUITION ISN’T SOMETHINGI’ve been granted the same way others have. A gift that sparks up at certain times for guidance. It’s never been that way for me. For the entirety of my life, it’s been my daily fuel and has never failed me. Not once.
The thing that’s kept me exactly where I need to be. In the right places, at the right times.
So how did I get here?
How in the fuck did I get here?
By ignoring my intuition long before I allowed myself to fall.
