Kicking his feet up onto his desk, Declan takes a swig of his scotch and considers me, sitting across from him in one of his big leather chairs.
“I don’t think this needs to be said, but Reyna isn’t Shannon. She can take care of herself.”
“It’s my job to take care of her now!”
He waves that off. “And just because Caruso hasn’t discovered who the intruders were doesn’t mean it has anything to do with Urosevic.”
Agitated, I rise from my chair and start to pace. “They were mercs, Declan. Hired hands who were totally untraceable. That wasn’t just your average kidnapping attempt. Something bigger was behind it. Someone bigger. And the fact that Caruso can’t find anything out about them proves it.”
Watching me pace in agitation, Declan says gently, “You put a bullet in his brain, lad. He’s
