Chapter 6 - BROTHERS
Sean Walsh came down the stairs without a coat, a smile already on his face. It vanished when he saw Aris’s gun.
“What the hell happened?”
Declan watched him carefully. “Camille woke up.”
Sean looked at her. His mouth parted. “Cam?”
She did not answer.
He stepped toward her, then stopped when Declan raised a hand.
“Who took my car to the garage?” Declan asked.
Sean glanced at Aris. “Your driver. Why?”
“Who told him to?”
“I did. The engine light was on.”
“Who owned the garage?”
“A company of ours. Declan, put the gun away and tell me what’s going on.”
“I never signed for Camille’s rehabilitation.”
Sean’s expression grew still.
Aris shifted toward the wall. “I’m leaving.”
“No,” Sean said sharply.
Declan caught the change in his brother’s voice. Sean had never spoken to Aris like a man giving orders in front of him. He had saved that voice for private rooms.
Tessa held up the recorder. “I heard you talking to him this morning.”
Sean turned toward her. “You were outside her door?”
“I was cleaning the hall.”
“You should have kept walking.”
Declan stepped between them. “Finish what you were saying.”
Sean looked at Camille. “Did you tell him why you stayed in that room?”
Camille’s eyes filled. “You said he’d kill me if he learned I remembered the garage.”
Sean shook his head, almost gently. “I said he would be angry. There’s a difference.”
“You made me watch him blame himself.”
“I gave you a safe place to recover.”
“A locked room,” she said.
Sean rubbed his face. The practiced warmth was gone. “We can still settle this.”
“What did you want from the safe?” Declan asked.
“Port records.”
“You already have access.”
“Not to the original books.”
Declan understood at last why the lower compartment had a new lock. Sean had locked him out of his own records and spent months trying to open it.
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Above them, the garage door began to rise. Through the widening gap, headlights flooded the concrete floor.
Sean looked past Declan and said, “I told them to wait in the street.”
