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Grady, but hadn’t located him. Could he be in Torquay? Or didn’t the English address have anything to do with my parents’ murder? At least it was a starting place.
    I couldn’t tackle the Torquay lead until after I packed the weapons for shipment to Hawaii. Anxious to get started, I jerked my cell out of my pocket and punched in Jayne’s number.
    “Everly?” She sounded confused. I probably should have walked downstairs and braved the family.
    “Yes. Sorry to bother you, but I need a couple of boxes to pack up the guns and knives. I’ll break the guns down so they could be shipped by commercial transport, but I think it would be better if they were moved in a Steele Management jet.”
    She huffed. “Of course. I’ll send…no, I’ll bring them up myself. Medium-sized?”
    “Yes, please. And some bubble wrap if you have it.”
    “Of course, we have packing material. I’ll be right up.”
    While I waited for Jayne, I copied the information from the sheet of paper into my phone, and then carefully slipped the page into the envelope. I wasn’t ready to share my plans with Jayne quite yet.
    She tapped on the door a few minutes later. I swung it open and took the boxes from her overloaded arms. “Thanks. I need these weapons to keep up with my target practice and sparring, and it’s probably best to get them out of the house before Mitchell is walking.”
    Jayne nodded. “Have you found anything?” She spotted the moved desk and overturned wastebasket, then glanced at me with raised eyebrows.
    “I was trying to reach a book on the top shelf and slipped.” I really didn’t want her to touch that book.
    She craned her neck, checking out the spines. “ The Eight ? It’s the only title that stands out.”
    I wanted to say no, but Jayne was already on top of the desk, reaching for the book—and since she was a couple inches taller than me, had it in her hand and was thumbing through it before I could wrap my tongue around a denial.
    “Nothing here.” Her eyes were damp with unshed tears.
    I barely kept from ripping the book out of her hands. There had to be some kind of clue in it, but now her energy was all over the pages, probably obliterating anything helpful that my fingers might have picked up. “I’d hoped…”
    Swiping at her eyes, she jumped down, dropped the book on the desk, and turned to leave. “There will be something here, Everly, and it will lead you to Mitchell’s boss. Please let me know when you find it.”
    “I will.” My words bounced off the firmly closed door. And I would tell Jayne. Just not everything, because as much as she had a right to know, it was dangerous, and I didn’t want anything to happen to the mother of Mitch’s nephew and namesake. Potentially endangering Tynan Pierce was bad enough.
    I packed the weapons, addressed the boxes, and set them by the door for Parker to collect when there was a corporate flight heading for Hawaii. After completing my search of every nook and cranny in Mitch’s lair, I carefully tucked the envelope with my mother’s note into my handbag.
    Time to go.

 
    FIVE
     
    I GAVE THE ROOM A final, cursory once-over, and spotted the book Jaynehad rescued from the top shelf of the bookcase. She’d said there wasn’t anything inside, but it wouldn’t hurt for me to check as well. I scooped it off the desk, my index finger slipping inside the cover.
    An image flashed and the book fell from my hand.
    Pain wracked through me. The picture was vivid and hurt so damn bad. Mitch with tears running down his face. And for the first time I understood what Jayne had been trying to tell me. Death had been a release for him, a way to escape the pain of lying to me, spying on me—and worse, turning that information over to the people who might have issued the assassination order on my parents, as unlikely as that theory was.
    Oh, yeah…Pierce had said it came from a South American Security guy, but this image of Mitch told a different story. His pain