“Not actively. Just keep your ears open.”
“Will do, Bren.” He tapped the roof of my car, then started to turn on his heel. “I’ll see ya later.”
“Will do.”
I watched him go, relieved that Victoria, Camille’s sister, had picked one of Eoghan’s crew to be her guard. I needed my best men on the NWS situation, and Forrest was at the top of the tree.
She was family, so I’d have made do with the sacrifice, but was glad I didn’t have to.
Climbing behind the wheel, I sank into my seat, then I swept the car for bugs. Just a few months ago, I’d done this every couple of days, now, with the NWS, it was every time I got behind the wheel.
It couldn’t be helped, but it was damn boring.
Finding zero listening devices, I let my mind wander. Over the past week, my crew hadn’t pulled any moves that made me think they weren’t firmly on my side—if anything, they’d further entangled themselves with the family.
Tink and Forrest had helped dispose of the thieves behind the jewelry heists, and Bagpipes had helped me transport Callum to a safer location before I’d ended his miserable life.
When Forrest was like that, when Bagpipes and Tink were as on the fucking ball as always, I felt like a piece of shit for even questioning their loyalties. But no one could be trusted right now.
Not even my fucking brother or mother.
Camille?
I wanted to hope she was different, but only time would tell.