“Yeah. Dad’s getting older. That’s what old people do. They reminisce. Wait, there will be old photo albums popping out any time now. When they do, just remember who warned you.” Gareth got quiet, and that wasn’t like him. What did he know that he wasn’t sharing? So Dylan asked, “It’s not Dad you’re worried about, is it? It’s—”
“Granddad.”
“Gareth, he’s been gone a long time. Whatever you want to know now isn’t important.”
“And if it is?”
Dylan cocked a brow. “Then I hope you’d trust me enough to tell me.”
Gareth shook his head. “I don’t have any facts to go on, and it’s pissing me off. The one person who has been able to come up with anything, doesn’t seem to want to help me either.”
“Never seen that stop you before.”
“She’s involved with the Henderson family.”
Dylan probably knew more about them than his brothers did. He’d crossed paths with Dean a few times when they were younger. Dean, like himself, had distanced himself from his family at an early age. Although their reasons were different, they ran in the same wild circles for a time.
“Do you want me to reach out and see what I can find out?” Dylan asked.
Gareth chuckled. “You don’t even know what I’m looking for.”
“No. But if you want my help, then you’ll need to share it with me.”
“I’m not ready to go to the Hendersons yet. But I’d like you to come with me to see Dad. I have some questions for him, and I’d like you to be there when he answers them.”
“What exactly are you looking for, Gareth?”
“Information on Granddad.”
That made no sense to him. Dad wasn’t a huge talker, and from what he recalled, which wasn’t much, their Granddad was even less of one. “What do you think he’s going to say that we don’t already know?”
“I hope he knows why Granddad was such an—”
“Ass?” Dylan hated referring to family in such a way, but he called a spade, a spade. Everyone thought he’d never noticed all the shit going down, that he was too young to have picked up on it, but that wasn’t the case. Dylan recalled their Granddad yelling at their father on more than one occasion. “Does Charles know you’re looking into this?” Not that they needed his approval, but Charles was the oldest and had spent more time with their Granddad. He’d probably be more forthcoming, too.
“I’d rather keep him out of this for now,” Gareth said.
“Great. What you really mean is, Charles said leave it alone, and you decided to drag me down with you.” It wouldn’t be the first time he and Gareth went against Charles’s orders.
“Something like that. What do you say? Take a trip with me down south to see Dad?”
“What the hell. Someone’s got to keep you out of trouble. When do you want to leave?”
“A couple of days. I’m waiting on some more information.”
“Do I need to know?”
“Eventually. We can talk about it on the flight down,” Gareth said. “For now, let’s just keep this between the two of us.”
That was going to be easy, because really, Dylan had no more information than he did when they’d first met. Gareth was good about keeping his mouth shut when he wanted to. This was one of the times Dylan wished he’d run it.
“Fine with me, for now. Can’t make any promises later.” Whatever Gareth was looking for had to be big enough that he needed time to confirm. Since Dylan had his own distraction right now, he’d cut Gareth some slack. That wasn’t going to last long.
He didn’t normally go by that theater, but he was going to again on his way home. With any luck he’d see that mystery woman again. He really hoped she wasn’t sleeping behind that building tonight. There was only one way to confirm that. Check for himself.
Getting up from the table, he said, “I got go. I’ve got a few things to take care of tonight.”
“Let me guess—”