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please.” Her eyes switch from the friendly stare to a more guarded look.
    “Honey,” she says to Mr. Patrick who sits on the sofa watching the Bruins playing against the Islanders. “Mr. Brightmore is here to see you.”
    “Actually,” I tell her before she leaves the room, “I’m here to have a little candid talk with the both of you. If you don’t mind turning the television off, I don’t appreciate being ignored. Mrs. Patrick, please take a seat, this won’t take long.”
    Mrs. Patrick pulls the hem of her blouse down before walking toward the couch where her husband sits. All lady like, she holds her skirt while she lowers herself onto it.
    “It has been brought to my attention that Connor, your son released some confidential information.” I pause and look at both, then walk toward the fireplace to cool down. “Of course you two can deny the knowledge of what he communicated, or say it came from another source and my lawsuit will be thrown. However, to make things simple for me and my lawyer, you have two weeks to leave town. I’ll pay you for the house—market value,” I stretch the words. “As for your son, well he’ll need some help getting back on his feet since tomorrow he’s losing his high paying job and custody of Ryan. If either one of you try to contact Becca, your next home will be a shelter.”
    Mrs. Patrick gasps, while her husband raises from the couch and walks to where I stand.
    “I’m not scared of you.” He tries to push me. “This is my house and you bullying us—”
    “Not bullying, only protecting my own.” I point to Nate so he can get him away from my face before I do something stupid. “Protecting the woman who’s a fucked up mess because neither one of you gave a shit about her. Your son had no right to tell you what happened to Becca, your wife shouldn’t have gone to our house and give her shit… the lack of parenting on your part destroyed my girl.”
    “If it hadn’t been for her, Ian—”
    “If it hadn’t been for your lack of parenting,” I jump to interrupt the woman, Nick stops me because I am seeing red and might not care that she’s a woman. “Your son would be alive. Let me repeat this one more time so it’s clear for the two of you. If you contact my girl again, I’ll destroy you. The two of you have two weeks to leave, or I’ll make sure your life becomes a living nightmare, like the ones Becca has nightly because of your fucking son. Have a good evening.”
    With that I let myself out, my men walk behind me and I check my cell phone which buzzed while I was inside.
     
    Randy: I took care of Connor, however I can’t access Becca’s files. They don’t believe in electronic filing.
    DBrightmore: Can you find a loophole?
    Randy: If her doctor from the US calls they’ll talk to them about the case. I recommend you get a real doctor.
    DBrightmore: Raj or Drew might do it. Found Greg?
    Randy: No, I’m sending my people to California, perhaps Ty knows, but he’s not taking my calls.
     
    Now why didn’t I think about that?
     
    DBrightmore: I’ll call Tyler, thank you.
     
    “Where to now?” Nate asks.
    “Get the plane ready, we might fly to San Francisco.” He nods and begins to make some calls. I pull the keys to my bike out of my jacket and Nick snatches them. “What the fuck?”
    “You’re drunk,” Nick sneers. “Again. Why didn’t I see it before? You have a death wish?”
    “Dan?” Ty answers the phone before I can talk to Nick, who jumps on the bike and leaves. “Brightmore?”
    “Where is your father?”
    “What did he do now?” he asks, the tone of exasperation and the big sigh reminds me of when we were in college and he couldn’t take any more shit from Ash’s family. “Because honestly if you’re about to shoot him, I’ll be happy to give you one of his guns.”
    “Becca sent me a letter that shed some light into her escape.” I walk from one side of the car to the other, my legs are restless. “She said