Fynn Ahern’s intentions remained a mystery, leaving Landon and Conal at a loss as to the reasons for the meeting. Yet, at the mention of Fynn’s name, Landon could have sworn something flickered in the commodore’s eyes.
Surprise? Anger? Panic?
Although the commodore denied any knowledge of Fynn, Landon didn’t believe him. The man was lying. He could tell by the set of Conal’s shoulders that his friend hadn’t been convinced of the commodore’s sincerity, either.
There was nothing more to be said after that, so he and Conal met with Jared Grey, the commodore’s younger brother, to finalize arrangements for them to rent temporary warehouse space. They would be in Charleston for a few weeks while their ships were in dry dock. Plenty of time to further explore the mystery of Uncle Fynn’s intere
