“Good. That’s good.” I knew Kat was looking forward to seeing her friends.
They’d offered to come out this past weekend, but with me recovering from a concussion and Kat freaking out about me recovering from a concussion, it wasn’t a good time. Also not a good time, Kat not letting me do anything for the past few days other than stay in bed—without her—and rest.
Man, I fucking hated resting. I’d made up my mind, I was never going to retire. Resting was for the dead.
“And you’re bringing Wally? How is he?” My eyes sought out the guy in the park again, he was still sitting on the bench talking on his phone.
“Yes, we’re bringing Wally. He’s good. I think Sandra and Alex are going to get a dog.”
“Hey. That’s great.”
“Yeah.” Quinn cleared his throat again. “So, listen, I don’t have any new information on Seamus. He’s disappeared.”
“Disappeared.” I closed my eyes, but then quickly reopened them when my balance went wonky on the treadmill. “How is that possible?”
“Alex tracked him as far as Harvard Street. He was on foot. And then he passed into a shadow. He never came out. Our people there haven’t seen him since.”
“Okay. Fine. I guess . . .” I shook my head, lifting my hand to grip the handle at my side. “I guess that makes sense. No one knows Boston better than him. If he wants to be lost, he’ll be lost. Tell me, what’s going on with Kat’s cousin? Any new movement there?”
“Yes. Did you know Kat sent Janie some financial reports? From Caravel?”
“Yeah. Kat mentioned something about it.”
Despite my protests that I was fine, Kat hadn’t gone into work until just yesterday. At first, when I’d been taken to the hospital and forced to stay overnight so they could observe me or some bullshit, she’d slept in the chair next to my bed. She wouldn’t lay with me because she didn’t want to jostle my head, she’d said. Then, when I was released, she’d worked from the penthouse at The Langham.
Even worse—not to sound like an asshole ingrate—my ma had taken the last few days off work and stayed with us in the penthouse. Me on one side of the suite, Kat on the other—in a different bedroom—and my ma in the bedroom between us. I didn’t know how it was possible, but we’d had less privacy in the penthouse than we’d had at my mother’s house. Go figure.
As soon as Kat made it into Caravel on Monday, she’d sent Janie the financial reports. She was still working on getting her hands on the full list of Caravel’s drug portfolio. It was taking a while to get the list since the folks in operations were being dickheads (my words, not hers).
I knew all this because that’s all we’d been able to discuss, more or less, since my mom was always close by, keeping an eye on me, making sure I didn’t do anything strenuous. She felt guilty about telling me to make nice with Seamus. That was obvious. She didn’t need to, but she did. So she tried to take care of me.
But her guilt had kept me from second base with my wife.
For five days.
We hadn’t done anything but kiss like siblings for five fucking days.
But anyway, back to now and Quinn and the financial reports.
“Janie thinks she found something, but she needs more time,” he said. “She’s hoping to have answers before Friday.”
“Anything you can tell me now?”
“I don’t really know. She said something about Caravel buying up a bunch of smaller laboratories and companies, starting around the time Caleb Tyson became CEO. She seemed to think this was significant as the source for the extra money.”
“What about Caleb’s empty bank accounts? Does she have any idea what happened there?”
“No. Janie doesn’t . . .” Quinn sounded like he wanted to say more.
“What is it?”
“Marie knows that Kat asked Janie to help.”
I waited for him to continue. He didn’t. “So?”
“So, Marie was talking to her boyfriend, Matt, about how Kat has concerns with Caravel, but Marie obviously doesn’t know the specifics. And you know how Matt is into artificial intelligence stuff?”
“Not really.” I didn’t know Matt well. I’d only met him once, at the hospital when Janie and Quinn’s, and Fiona and Greg’s babies had been born.
“He’s a big deal in the field, so he knows all this stuff about robotics and all the main players in the industry.”
“And?”
“Matt went to school with an AI guy who ended up at Caravel as a research manager after grad school, working on ocular implants that use AI to help people see. It’s risky, and Matt said this guy had a lot of difficulty getting approvals for the bench research when he worked at Caravel.”