CHAPTER 37
THE INSTANT HARRY’S gates opened, I blasted out of them, sending the reporters scattering for cover. I hoped they broke their stupid cameras. At least one got crunched under the wheels.
Ethan sat up a few streets later. “I know I promised not to criticise your driving, but…”
“It’s okay, I didn’t hit anything.”
I saw him roll his eyes in the mirror. “What did Ronan give you?”
“A set of your accounts.”
“What for?”
“I don’t trust Harry. Something’s off about him.”
Everything was off about him.
“True, he’s grown into a bit of an asshole over the years, but I’m not sure he’s dishonest.”
“Well, let’s find out for sure, shall we?”
“But—”
“Do you trust me?”
Ten seconds passed, twenty, thirty, before Ethan softly answered, “Yeah, I trust you.”
Good. We were making progress.
