"What about him?" I mumbled.
"Dead or alive?"
"Can’t question a dead man." Brennan ground out, "And don’t cut out his tongue until we get him to talk because that was a fucking nightmare with MacMurray."
My lips twitched at his aggrieved tone. "It rammed the point home with the firm."
"It rammed something fucking home," Brennan growled as his engine started. "Okay, leave it with me. I’ll see you on the other side,deartháirs."
That was the cue for everyone to cut the call. That didn’t mean I didn’t listen to the dead air for a couple seconds.
My brain raced ahead, trying to figure out how to get them what they’d need before they needed it, planning to help them keep their asses out of the line of fire.
As I sent them security footage from the nearby buildings of the lay of the land, I switched gears onto the wastewater plant and its piss poor security.
Cracking my knuckles, I got to work on gaining access so my baby bro could set up a sniper’s nest there.
It was easier to think about that than to think that the last thing I’d said to my oldest brother was an order not to fuck up his marriage…