Preston nodded. “Chavez wil lose his job and he’l not find one on my payrol when I take over Nightingale Investigations. He might even face charges. Shirleen Jackson wil lose custodial care and those boys wil either go back to the streets or into the system. Juliet Crowe wil also find herself unemployed. Brody Dunne and Lee Nightingale wil likely be questioned and possibly arrested for their activities –”
Mace cut him off, “That al you got?”
I felt my body jerk seeing as I thought al this sounded pretty bad. I looked up at him to see his face was bland, almost uninterested, as if this information wasn’t damning and more than a little scary but instead Preston was tel ing him that he knew Lee and his boys had trampled a few flowers in a public garden for shits and giggles.
“Kai –” Preston started but Mace didn’t let him get any further.
“First, you should know that Stel a’s place is wired, cameras with microphones. Your blackmail attempt was caught on tape.”
Preston’s body gave a smal start, almost imperceptible but I caught it and I also held my breath.
“I –” Preston began again but Mace’s head turned away from him, the movement so sudden, Preston stopped speaking.
Mace looked at something across the room, what, I didn’t know then he looked back at his father.
“Cameras are off now, Dad,” he said quietly and I again tensed. “Now, it’s just you and me and this is what I got.” Oh man.
I figured what Mace had was probably a lot so I settled in but I did it while I braced.
“Brody’s good, you know that so you shoulda been a lot smarter.” Mace was stil talking quietly, I was thinking his quiet was not an indication he felt he had the situation under control but instead an indication that he was close to losing his mind at having to deal with this bul shit or his father at al and I bit my lip. “You know I know you fucked up.
You know I know what you did that got Caitlin kil ed. You fuckin’ know.”
“I didn’t do a thing to –”
Mace interrupted, “Oh yeah you did.”
“Not one thing, Kai,” Preston clipped.
“Arms, Dad,” Mace returned.
Oh man.
Arms?
As in weapons?
What the ef?
“There’s not a shred of evidence to support that,” Preston retorted swiftly, now also talking quietly but his face had shifted, gone more vigilant, surprisingly giving it al away.
“There isn’t?” Mace asked and I watched Preston’s body straighten.
Mace kept going.
“What you don’t know is that we know that you haven’t stopped what you were doin’ to get Caitlin kil ed.”
“Kai –”
“Government contracts you got for your munitions plants, Dad, probably the Feds won’t be real thril ed to know your guns that are supposed to be in the hands of our boys in uniform are also finding themselves in the hands of not only enemy factions but seven terrorist sects.” Oh my God!
“APM Holdings have absolutely no dealings in munitions,” Preston replied.
“You’re right,” Mace agreed then disagreed, “But you do.”
Oh. My. God!
“Nonsense,” Preston returned.
Mace studied his father, he did this for several long beats, I waited while consciously breathing because I knew something had changed, something was not right, my man was struggling.
Then I knew why when he whispered, “They blew her head off.”
I pressed closer to Mace and held on harder.
Preston paled but his eyes narrowed before he replied,
“And whose fault was that?”
At that, Mace leaned forward and exploded, “They blew her fuckin’ head off! ”
The hand I had at Mace’s abs slid around so I was holding him close with both arms.
Preston leaned forward too and hit back, “You never should have –”
“Given a shit about Tiny?” Mace returned. “Is that what I shouldn’t have done? Because, Dad, I was wil in’ to go down for her and I almost did. You didn’t do shit and you were the reason she endured that fuckin’ nightmare before they blew her head off and you didn’t do shit. Except, of course, after they ended her life, you gave in and started trading arms with them again so the next time it wouldn’t be you direct they played with.”
Things had degenerated into a place I did not want Mace to go therefore I decided to intervene and I did this by declaring, “I think we’re at a stalemate, boys, why don’t you retreat to your corners –?”
“Mouth shut,” Preston ground out, eyes cutting to me.
“This is none of your concern.”
That was when, no matter how hard I was holding onto him, I lost hold on Mace as he moved, swiftly and purposeful y, tearing out of my arms and closing the distance between him and his father. He was three inches tal er and several decades younger but he got toe-to-toe and bent his head to get nose-to-nose with him before he commenced in delivering the death blow.