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Reid
     knew he was lying. They had a plan. For whatever reason, his brother wasn’t partial to sharing that information with him.
     Apparently, some things had changed after all. Zane didn’t fully trust him anymore.
    “You got no plan? So you just grabbed her for the hell of it?” He moved to the rusted fridge in the kitchen and pulled it
     open, peering inside as though the question didn’t weigh on him like a ton of bricks. Any minute this place could be swarming
     with FBI, and he was pretending the biggest concern on his mind was what he could feed his stomach.
    Zane spoke up, an edge of defensiveness in his tone. “We gotta wait for word from Sullivan.”
    Of course. Sullivan. He still pulled all the strings.
    “Yeah?” He took a breath, trying to play it cool even though what he really wanted to do was shake his brother for letting
     Sullivan call the shots. “Why’d Sullivan want you to grab her anyway?”
    Zane considered him as he sank down on the couch and accepted a joint from the guy next to him. He lifted a bottle of beer
     and took a long swig, still staring at Reid.
    Rowdy bent over the coffee table and snorted a line of coke, tossing his head back with a deep gasp. The guy’s nose was so
     red it looked ready to fall off.
    “Don’t know if Sullivan would want me to talk to you about this,” Zane finally said. “You two didn’t part on good terms.”
    That would be because Sullivan was the reason he went to jail. Guess Zane had forgotten that. Or he just didn’t care. Hell,
     maybe all the drugs and booze had fried his brains.
    Reid opened up a tube of tinfoil and sniffed at the burrito inside. “Come on, man,” he coaxed, peeling back the tortilla and
     taking a peek inside at the questionable contents. “I’m your brother. Just busted out of jail and I came straight here. If
     I had any hard feelings, would I be here? Hell, no. I would have gone straight to Mexico.”
    Sniffing, Rowdy pinched at his nose as if his sinuses troubled him. “Got a point there.”
    Zane and Reid stared at each other for a long moment, unspoken words passing between them. Finally his brother shrugged and
     took another hit off his joint. “We’re not going to kill her. At least not yet. Waiting for Sullivan to tell us what to do
     with her.”
    Reid put the burrito back in the refrigerator. “This is going to bring a lot of heat. Hope he comes up with something good.
     And quick.”
    “Sullivan’s not a fan of the president,” Zane explained slowly, as if still unsure how much to say.
    Rowdy snorted. “Understatement. After donating a shit ton of money to his campaign, Reeves screwed him over,” Rowdy offered,
     chafing his hands hard over his thighs, full of anxious energy and mind-altering chemicals.
    “Yeah?” Reid asked. “How so?
    “Remember Sullivan’s nephew Jeremy?” At Reid’s nod, he continued, “Well, he got sent to prison on racketeering charges.”
    “He talk?” Reid asked, because he knew the kid had been working for Sullivan. Any racketeering had been on Sullivan’s behalf.
    “Nah, he weren’t no rat. Sullivan expected a favor from the president, or leniency at least, but Reeves wasn’t having it.
     No favors from him. They gave the kid twenty years.”
    Reid whistled. He’d been in for eleven and that had felt like a lifetime. He remembered Jeremy. Sullivan had sent him away
     to some fancy college to get a degree in business or accounting. Something he could use to help manage Sullivan’s empire.
     The kid was smart, but soft. And maybe not that smart if he got caught. Prison couldn’t have been an easy transition for the
     likes of him.
    “Gets worse,” Rowdy chimed.
    “He killed himself,” Zane said with a shake of his head.
    Reid blinked. Guys had killed themselves at the Rock. Of course. It happened. It was prison. You could almost mark the ones
     that weren’t going to make it the moment they arrived. They stuck to themselves. They didn’t make allies. A bad