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“Thank you for the coffee, sir.” Sawyer tipped his head to my father then held out his hand to me. “Thank you for seeing us, Mr Sinclair and I will relay your message to my CO.”
At my nod, they headed for the exit. I followed and watched until the door closed behind them. When I returned to the living room, father stood with his hands in his pockets and his expression grim. “How did they find out about Snow?”
Cupping my nape, I stretched. “The only plausible answer is either from the thief or someone closely associated with the thief. But I highly doubt it. I’m more inclined to believe it was a fishing expedition.”
I gathered as much from the way Sawyer watched our expressions.
“You saw that too.”
“Nincompoops,” father’s use of out-dated words always made me laugh. “They think they’re dealing with novices. That’s the law for you.” He shook his head with a grunt then looked at me, his expression solemn. “I know the curse is broken, son but do you know where Snow is. Just in case...” he trailed off and I guessed he didn’t want to bring bad luck to our blessed streak.
“I do, father.”
“You do,” he asked, shock evident on his face. I nodded. “How long have you known?”
“Since my arrival.”
My father’s laugh resonated through the room. “And I thought I was always one step ahead.”
“Then I learned from the best.” I laughed with him.
“And I’m assuming there’s a reason you didn’t go after the thief?” he asked, lowering himself to a seat. I shook my head. “When do you plan on doing so?”
“Now is as good a time as any, I guess,” I replied as the plotting wheels turned in my head. “And I need to get these detectives off our backs.”
“Will Snow be coming home, then?” his eyes glinted with mirth, happiness widening his lips in a smile.
“She definitely is, father, I’ll make sure of that.” I heard his chuckles all the way to my room.
Fifteen minutes later, after a few phone calls, I drove toward the beach. When I reached my destination, I took a moment to calm my insides and climbed out the car.
The door opened on my third knock. “Saint?” Her brow etched in a deep frown, the woman standing just insider the doorway looked highly uncomfortable or apologetic perhaps. I didn’t really care.
“Hello, Sandra, we need to talk.” When she shook her head, I added, “I’m not asking.” My succinct tone conveyed a discerning threat not to mess with me. She opened the door wider to allow me entrance.
Chapter 53 - Levana
