“You, too.” Kash nodded toward the door.
“But—”
“Matt.”
My brother pointed between me and him. “We’re Team Ba—”
“Notthe fucking time!” Another one of those growls.
“Okay.” He turned for the door. “I’m going, but honestly.” He whirled one last time, his hand on the doorknob. “Are you okay?”
I was already standing, but I felt myself rising inside.
I tipped my chin up. “I’m good.”
He paused, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll leave it at that.” He pounded the door with his palm before leaving, then the door was shut.
Kash moved to lock it. “What’s going on?”
I felt alive.
My body was trembling with the feel of it, and I was fighting to stop from pouncing on him. We didn’t have time for that.
“Remember that guy that tried to kidnap me with Arcane? The one who was in on the first attempt but not the second?”
His frown was fierce. “Chase, right? That’s the name you told the police.”
“Well,” I locked eyes with him, “your twin brother is Chase, and my mom is alive.”
THIRTY-NINE
Kash
This was the moment I had feared.
I couldn’t shake it, and hearing that my twin had come in, that he had touched Bailey, gotten near her, this was my fear. Calhoun had taken everything from me. Both my parents. He had taken my own brother. I didn’t know of him before now, but it didn’t matter. He was stripped from me. And now that same brother had impersonated me, tricked my own men, got through to one of my buildings, and I heard Victoria’s warning.
It was a fucking premonition of sorts.
He wanted to replace me.
This was it. This was what my grandfather always wanted. This was why he had allowed me to live so long, because it never made sense to me. He had allowed me to live.
“How are you handling all this?”
Detectives Bright and Wilson came as soon as they were called. My guards were all debriefed on my twin brother, who to look for, and since then we’d been sequestered inside my office while Bailey gave the FBI a formal report. This wasn’t a local kidnapping attempt, not anymore. This was so much more, and I wanted answers.
I would fucking get answers.
Instead of answering Bright’s question, I pivoted with one of my own. “How was an entire body taken into evidence and processed and no one reported that it wasn’tChrissy Fucking Hayes?” I ground out, my teeth grinding against each other. “How is it that Bailey witnessed her own mother get shot in the head and now she’s seen alive and well?”
And in the backseat with my goddamn enemy?
“Well…” Bright’s eyes flashed before she got ahold of herself. She ducked her head, glancing back to where Wilson was writing on his notepad, sitting on the couch beside Bailey. “Are we sure she actually saw her mother?”
I nodded my head. “She saw her.”
“How do you know?” She edged closer, lowering her voice. “M.E.’s report was solid. DNA matched Chrissy Hayes, along with her own daughter’s eyewitness testimony of seeing her mother executed.”