Not yet.
“Yeah.” The irritated look on my brother’s face is obvious. “And that’s where the problem comes in.”
Frowning, I lift my gaze to Winston’s. “What do you mean, problem?”
“One of Myron’s guys was following him—and then lost him. Here. As in, he seemed to be heading straight for our building.”
“What the hell? Why? To confront us?Me?” I shake my head, glancing toward the window, out at the city spread before us. “Please. I wish he’d show his face.”
“What, so you could destroy it?” He shakes his head. Rubs his chin. “Truthfully, I wouldn’t mind a go at him either.”
My brother may treat me like shit sometimes and we argue on occasion, but he’s always, without a doubt, got my back.
“Exactly.” I turn to face Winston once more. “I hate that he’s in Manhattan. And that your old man detective’s employee is so inept that he lost his ass. What the fuck is up with that?”
“I told Myron to fire the son of a bitch, but he said he couldn’t. He explained to me that the guy who lost him is his son.” Winston’s expression is grim.
Shit. That family tie is hard to break.
I should know. Every time I’ve screwed up and given my brother a chance to fire me, he never does. Though I haven’t done something like that in a long time.
“He needs to hire someone else then,” I mutter, reaching for my phone, ready once again to warn Charlotte, but maybe I should tell it to her face instead. She doesn’t need to be sitting at home stressing about this. “I should leave. Go home to Charlotte and tell her that asshole is trying to come around here.”
I need to protect her. Watch over her and never let her out of my sight.
“She’s not home,” Winston says nonchalantly.
I push away from my desk and stand, grabbing my phone and shoving it into my pocket, irritated at Winston’s response. “And how the hell do you know where my wife is?”
“She’s with our sister, that’s how I know. And our mother,” Winston mutters, shaking his head. “I’ve got security on all three of them. They had lunch, and now they’re shopping. With two guards following their every step.”
Charlotte did mention she was going shopping with my sister today, and like the ass I am, I completely forgot. “Mom is with them too?”
Winston nods. “She crashed their party. Called me when she was headed to the restaurant.”
“How did she—” I clamp my lips shut, not bothering to finish my question. I’d rather not know how she figured out Tins and Charlotte were together. “You sent security to follow them then?”
“Fuck yes, I did. The moment I got off the phone with Myron after he told me about McTiernan, I called them in. You’d do it for Ash if you found something out before I did,” Winston says with a shrug.
True. He’s right. But he always finds out stuff first. I never do.
“Thanks for watching out for her,” I say gruffly, meaning my wife. “I don’t trust that asshole.”
“Neither do I. He might do just about anything to get close to her,” Winston says grimly. “Maybe even hurt our mother or sister.”
I clench my hands into fists. “I hate him.”
“I know.” Winston pauses. “Don’t tell her about this.”
“Don’t tell who? My wife?” I don’t want to keep secrets from her. She’d be pissed if she found out, and I want us to be open with each other. “I have to, Winny. She deserves to know.”
“Sometimes what we don’t know can protect us. Why scare her?”
“Maybe now is when we call in the authorities,” I suggest.
“And let them turn this into a complete fiasco? Give McTiernan a leg up so he goes into hiding? I don’t think so.” Winston shakes his head.
I think of all the murderous plans I had for Seamus McTiernan—that is the first time in a while that I’ve thought of his entire name without turning it into a derogatory insult—and I don’t know what I would want to do first.