Page 74 of Concrete Evidence
For good reasons. “I suppose you’re right.”
“Which is why he didn’t want you to know he went to your football games and—”
Marc startled. “What?”
“He went to your middle school and high school football games.”
“Little sister, you’ve dropped me into the deep end.” But Marc had seen evidence of his father keeping up with Marc’s life after he’d abandoned him and Mom.
The boxes of his father’s personal belongings from his office sat in the corner of Marc’s apartment. He’d sorted through them for an idea of what he and Liam had been investigating, but the personal memorabilia had to wait for his attention.
“Have I run you off?” While her tone was upbeat, her eyes told another story.
“Not at all.” His cell rang, giving him a moment of reprieve.
“Agent Wilkins,” a distorted voice said.
“Yes.”
“You only think your mother, Tessa, and Avery are safe.”
Marc took several steps from his sister. She studied him in obvious confusion, but he nodded and increased the distance between them.
“Don’t you have anything to say?” the voice said.
“What kind of scum threatens an innocent kid and women?”
“I’m a smart man who deals in business.”
“A messenger or an assassin?”
The man snorted. “You’ve heard of me.”
“Only by reputation. I understand you have a fast motorcycle.”
“I do.”
“What do you want?” Marc said.
“Back off on the investigation. All of it.”
“We could meet, talk about the problem. Work out something amiable for both of us.”
“Why?”
“Stop any more bloodshed. Give you what you want.”
“I want money. More than you have. But not impossible for you to get.”
“We’ll do it. Name a time and place, and I’ll be there.”
“Wilkins, your negotiation skills need a refresher. I’m not a fool. Watch what happens next. The senator will be destroyed.”
The call ended, and he walked to Tessa—forcing a smile when anger surged through his veins. The caller examined the four of them under a microscope until he rolled his plan into place, and he had firsthand knowledge of the targets. The caller’s arrogance paved the way for him to make a mistake.
“Everything okay?” Tessa said.
“Sure. Work stuff.”
