They trusted me.
I was going to try to be worthy of it.
It wasn’t the only way I kept busy, but pursuing that story got me going again. Rachel Giocopazzi, wife of Frank’s partner, Pete Baird, asked me to do a little temporary work at her private investigation firm. It wasn’t unlike work I did as a reporter, mostly tracking down property records and the like. I also helped set up a database program she needed on her office computers and taught her assistant how to do the entry work on it, but I don’t think any of that amounted to fifteen hours altogether.
Rachel used most of the time I was there to convince me to let her teach me more about self-defense. “I lost my workout partner, so this will be good for me,” she said.
“I’ve seen you in action. I’m not up to your speed.”
“Of course you aren’t, but going over the basics with a beginner will be good for me, and if I need a tougher workout, Frank can join us.” So we set up a rigorous schedule of lessons that helped me to work off some stress several times a week.
Working off stress wasn’t my big motivator. I never needed to be persuaded to practice. Rachel was an excellent instructor. She even brought in other people to help me test my new skills. No matter who she put me up against, though, I always had one opponent in mind. I didn’t believe for a moment that it was a marathon he was dreaming of from his prison cell.
THIRTEEN
Donovan Cotter kept his face expressionless as he walked over to the picnic table in the park. He was wearing casual clothing in order to fit in with the setting. He knew this park. He had already spent time assuring himself that the other two had arrived alone, as instructed. He had been amused to observe them making similar efforts, although he was quite sure neither had detected his presence.
The bench was filthy. He avoided sitting on the bird droppings spattered along one end and made sure that he gave no sign of his disgust. He sat first, and Kai and Quinn took seats on the other side of the table. He viewed this as a good sign. They were giving him more real estate, as it were, and allowing him a dominant position.
He was the oldest of the three, but that did not make him feel any real sense of seniority. He knew that they would not accept his authority in any real way-at thirty-two, he was almost ten years older than Kai but only a year older than Quinn. The idea of trying to relate to them as their “big brother” would have made him laugh if he had been able to find the least bit of humor in this situation.
Quinn had approached him and revealed their connection to each other a few years ago. This was his first time meeting Kai.
Donovan disliked him on sight.
He had felt the same way about Quinn when he first met him, and that hadn’t changed. Fine tailored clothes, facile charm, and a captivating smile were not enough to prevent Donovan from seeing the shark who hid behind them. Even for this meeting in the park, Quinn had worn a suit. Perhaps he thought that would give him power. If so, he would be disappointed.
Kai was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, neither of which looked or smelled as if it had been in a washing machine lately. His brown hair fell into his eyes. It seemed he didn’t own a brush, either.
The three of them looked nothing alike, which Donovan found a relief. Quinn had light brown hair and blue eyes. Kai, dark hair and brown eyes. Donovan’s own hair was golden blond, his eyes green.
Quinn made the introductions while Kai studied Donovan in a wondering way, much like the way Quinn had first observed him. The concept of brotherhood was doubtless odd to each of them, but Donovan would not allow himself to betray any curiosity.
“This meeting is not a good idea,” he said.
“Kind of an insulting way to start a family reunion, don’t you think?” Kai said.
“We are hardly a family. Half brothers at best.”
“No, that’s not it-he’s still afraid we’ll be seen together by the police,” Quinn chided.
“Wrong,” Donovan said calmly. “While I realize this meeting appeals to your flair for the overly dramatic, Quinn, it’s foolish. There’s no reason for us to meet in person, and it introduces risks we do not need to take. The police won’t patrol here-at most a park ranger will drive past in an hour or so. But what if, down the line, one of us gets caught? Anyone who happens to be walking through this section of the park today might recall having seen us together.”
“We’re all intelligent enough to talk our way out of a situation like that,” Quinn said.
Donovan decided not to say more. He did not believe in wasting his breath and was unhappy with himself for taking the time to express his displeasure in the first place.
Kai looked between them, then said to Quinn, “So let’s get down to business. Why are we waiting?”
Quinn frowned in irritation. Clearly, Donovan thought, Quinn expected to be the alpha dog here. Kai had better watch out-Quinn wouldn’t tolerate his younger brother nipping at his heels.
“It has taken me a while to get hired there. But I’m on staff now. I’ll be in touch with you soon for your help.” He turned to Donovan. “What has she been doing?”
“What you’d expect a reporter, even a former reporter, to do. She’s investigating.”
“Close to anything?”
“She may be. She’s extremely thorough. She spent the first two weeks not doing much, she’s spent the last two weeks asking questions of people who knew Marilyn Foster.”
“Let me get rid of her now,” Kai said.
“I’ll find another outlet for your impulsiveness, Kai,” Quinn said.
“I don’t need your help.”
“No, you don’t.” Quinn quickly changed tacks. “You know I respect your abilities, Kai. But I’m sure you can imagine why Daddy Dearest wants her for himself.”
Kai subsided.
Donovan wondered if Kai would ever figure out that by saying “let me” to Quinn, he had already placed himself in subservience to someone who should not be trusted with control. Watching how Kai interacted with Quinn-he now sat brooding, tapping his fingers on the tabletop in impatience-Donovan doubted his capacity to make that evaluation.
Quinn spent the next forty minutes laying out plans and giving them a set of signals and code phrases. Donovan wanted to laugh in his face, to tell him he was no James Bond. But he merely listened and replied as briefly as possible whenever a response was asked of him. His own part in these affairs came near the end of the plan, which was more than fine with him. He didn’t demonstrate the depth of his boredom. To do so would be as revealing as to show too much interest.
Kai, on the other hand, had quickly changed moods, and now eagerly drank in every detail, clearly engrossed. Let him develop a case of hero worship, then. Donovan didn’t need this sort of foolishness.
He considered walking off, simply as an experiment, to watch them lose self-control and behave rashly. He spent a pleasant few moments fantasizing his own reaction at that point.
Quinn, ever the showman, brought his attention back by saying, “I should have told you this long ago, but-we aren’t alone.”
“What are you saying?” Kai demanded, looking around.
“Why, that we have another brother,” Quinn said.
“And you’ve been dealing with him secretly, is that it? Well, I don’t like it! Who is it?”
“Forgive me, Kai. I think it best-really, you will soon thank me-if I don’t tell you any more. You won’t be meeting him in any case.”
Kai ranted for a while, seemed to notice that Donovan was showing no emotion, and turned to him. “Why are you letting me do all the arguing? Don’t you care?”
“No,” Donovan said.
Kai seemed almost ready to leap across the picnic table but checked himself, studying Donovan again. “Why not?”