Page 187 of Broken Lies
“Your whining implies that it’s the other way around,” I say coolly, but Brennan rolls his eyes.
“I swear if I end up having a mani-pedi, you’re both dead.”
Ronan stalks over to his car. “And if you say no to Ciara when she’s heavily pregnant and hormonal, you’ll wish you were dead.”
I’ve not beento Cormac’s place since he’s been back in New York, but the quiet suburban street feels almost staged. The rows of perfectly manicured lawns and cookie-cutter houses are almost nauseating.
Why on earth he chooses to live somewhere like this over the city is beyond me. It’s not like he’s got a wife and kids at home.
Cormac’s house is at the end of the street, behind a set of gates that have been left wide open.
I would have thought nothing of it, except for the fact that as we approach the house, I notice the front door is also wide open, and yet, there are no lights coming from any of the windows.
I glance at Ronan as he pulls up, and his jaw tightens, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to.
We both know what this means.
Inside, the silence is suffocating.
It’s clear, from the looks of it, Cormac hasn’t been here for a while.
“He’s not here. Let’s go,” Ronan orders, but I ignore him, heading straight into Cormac’s office.
“No. Not until I know what he’s hiding.”
I can feel it. Proof waiting for me, just out of reach. I can’t shake the feeling he’s at the center of all this.
I start pulling up the couch cushions and tossing them aside. I have no idea what I’m looking for, but I know it’s here.
Ronan scoffs. “Seriously? You think he’s got something hidden under the couch?”
“Yes.”
“You’re wasting your time, Kieran.”
“You’re free to go. I can look by myself.”
Ronan hesitates, but he makes no move to leave.
It’s no secret that he's Cormac’s biggest defender, and I can’t wait to be the one to prove him wrong.
Something about the rug catches my eye, so I kick it aside and drop to my knees.
I can tell just by looking at the floorboards that they’re loose, and my pulse spikes as I pry them up.
I have no idea what I expect to find, but it sure as hell isn’t stacks upon stacks of cash. More than I can count at a glance. And tucked away among it is an envelope that I quickly snatch up.
“What is it?” Ronan asks from where he stands across the room, half-heartedly pulling books from the shelf.
“It looks like bank statements.”
I unfold the top page to find Cormac’s name staring back at me, as well as rows upon rows of large transactions.
My stomach drops.
“I suggest you take a look at this.”
Ronan crosses over to me and snatches up the statements.
