Page 326 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“By letting her find evidence of five murders?”

Ronan’s jaw tightened.

“We are not moving murder evidence while police are watching the house.”

“We?”

Ronan glared.

“Don’t enjoy that.”

Too late. Elliot smiled. Ronan pointed.

“Stop.”

“I can’t.”

“Try.”

Elliot’s smile faded slowly. Then he looked toward the storage room again. Something bothered him. The black box. Nathan knew where it was. Saint probably did too. Nathan had shouted for police to check beneath the stairs. Why? If Nathan wanted Elliot exposed, easy. But Saint? Saint had spent months doing the opposite. Watching. Encouraging. Testing. The thought formed.

“Ronan.”

“What?”

“What if Nathan wasn’t trying to expose me?”

“He literally screamed about the box to police.”

“Nathan did.”

Ronan frowned.

“Yes.”

“Saint hasn’t.”

Silence. Ronan understood.

“If Saint knows about the murders…”

“They could’ve told Vance months ago.”

“But didn’t.”

“Yes.”

“Because they want something else.”

“Yes.”

Ronan leaned against the counter.

“From you.”

“Maybe.”

“Or me.”