Page 106 of Cruel Devil

“He was there when the guy showed up. I didn’t have a choice, boss. He went upstairs, so I’m sure you can just find him and?—“

I end the call, because yelling at Matt won’t change anything.

“What? What is it?” Andy grabs the rolled up sleeve of my shirt, and I’m too pissed to even tell her she’ll crease the fabric.

We were a few yards from the entrance, but it might as well have been miles. What are the fucking chances Sergio just happened to be in the area when the courier arrived?

Unless the main gate had orders to message him so he could intercept anything important.

Like a courier from the laboratory.

Andy wanted to have the results sent by email, but anything with a digital footprint is anathema to a cartel. There’s a reason alligators haven’t evolved in millions of years. Once they’d figured out the blueprint for the perfect apex predator, they stuck with it.

Just like cartels.

Just like my dad.

“Go back to your room.”

Her frown deepens. “But the results?—”

“Go, Andy!”

There’s venom in her eyes as she takes a few stiff steps back, before turning on her heel and storming off.

I’m still trying to figure out if it’s best to round up Savage first, or hunt down my father and try to speak to him alone, when a message comes through on my phone.

Dad

I have something of yours.

My finger hovers over the keyboard as I struggle to think of what to type in response. Before I can even start typing a reply, another message comes through.

Dad

It’s been a while since we’ve talked. Let’s have dinner.

Tonight?

Yes. I’ll text you the address. Bring your new girlfriend.