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“How long has Tyran been working with Kelley?” I moved closer to Garritt. When he didn’t answer fast enough, I nodded to Oscar, who attached the wrench to Garritt’s other ankle.

“Wait, please. No!”

“Answer,” Oscar growled, but didn’t remove the wrench.

“Years. I was the go-between. I didn’t have a choice. Kelley killed my dad. He would have killed me, too.”

“And you thought somehow Sal would spare you?”

“Tyran said Sal knew. Said he authorized it with Nolan.”

I stepped back. A moment of doubt assailed me before I shook the questions from my mind. Tyran was a fucking liar.

“Where is Tyran?”

“I don’t know, I swe—” Oscar flicked the wrench a second time, severing the foot. Garritt’s scream died in his throat as his head fell forward.

I grabbed his hair and lifted his head. Pressing my fingers against his neck, I groaned, “Fuckin’ pussy is dead.”

“What?” Cian moved forward to check his wrist.

“Did he have a heart attack?” Callum asked.

“Ah, boss.”

I looked over at Mac, and he was pointing at Garritt’s feet. Looking down, his ankles were swollen and purple.

“Hand me a knife.” I held my hand out, and someone placed a small blade in my hand. I sliced the swollen flesh and blood poured from Garritt’s ankles on to the floor.

Glaring at Oscar, I growled, “Don’t ever fuckin’ do that again.”

“Sorry, boss. Didn’t know it would sever the artery like that.”

“Jesus Christ.” I ran my hand through my hair.

“Well, we confirmed Tyran was working with Kelley,” Mac offered.

That was all we confirmed. We still didn’t know where he was or who else was helping him. We had been through the paperwork from his office, both in the city and at home. And found nothing.

Rubbing a hand over my mouth and chin, I racked my brain trying to come up with some connection.

“I need to talk to Caity,” I said out loud to myself.

“No.”

Eyeing one of my best friends, I turned. His face was placid. He showed no emotion in front of the others, but I saw the rage burning in his eyes.

I chose to stay quiet. Refusing to argue with Cian in front of Callum and his men.

Instead, I turned to Callum. “You have a problem with me leaving someone here to go through the office?”

Not that he had a choice, but his answer would alleviate any doubts that were trying to burrow into my head, telling me the whole fucking family was against us.

“Not at all. Leave as many as you need. Maybe they can help us make heads or tails of the shit Kelley left behind.”

Dropping my hand to my side, I narrowed my eyes. “What shit?”

“The books are a mess. Nothing makes sense.”