“It came to us anonymously. Why? What’s up?”
“The hit was a fucking ambush. Someone wanted me dead, and I need to know who. I need a name, Liam.”
“All right, I’m working on it. What should I do about Kit?”
“Don’t say anything to him. As far as I can tell, it’s me they want.”
“But they can get to you through him.”
Another reason I didn’t engage in relationships. Fuck. “Get a bodyguard on him ASAP. Have them shadow him while I’m away but not make contact unless he’s in danger.”
“Got it. Anything else?”
“I want all the information you can find on Taggart, including a list of people he’s close to. Get his phone records. I want to know everyone he’s talked to in the last thirty days. I’ll be home later than planned. I need to see if I can find a lead here on who Taggart was working with.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, man. This is my fault.”
“It’s not. We know each hit is a risk. This is just a temporary setback.”
“I’ll find who’s responsible. I’ll start digging now.”
I hung up the phone. Should I call Kit? I was pissed, though. The last thing I wanted to do was alarm him. I sent him a voice message and threw my phone onto the passenger’s seat.
A part of me wanted to go to war. And the other part wanted me to find Kit and make sure he was safe. But first, I had to call on Grimm before word reached him that a hitman was prowling around his city.