“What did you do?” she asked.
He looked from his sister’s pissed-off expression to his mom’s concerned one and told them what he could. “My job.”
“How’s that?” Finian asked.
They weren’t this dense. He was a cop, for the love of Mike. They had to understand the conflict here. “You know who her brothers are.”
“So?” Faith asked, putting so much annoyance in that one word that it was like she’d just watched the best person in her life walk out the door. “That doesn’t explain what you did.”
What did he do? He tapped his thumb and finger together in a fast beat, not wanting to fess up because what he’d done was shitty—totally justified, yes—but totally shitty. Letting out a deep breath, he let the truth of just what he’d done into the light so they could all see the ugly of it all.
“I was assigned to watch her and find out if we could learn anything from the family angle.”
His mom gasped and made the sign of the cross. “You mean this whole time you’ve been pretending to date her for a case?”
“No.” He shook his head. “It was never like that—not once we started dating.”
“Then spit it out before the girls throat-punch you,” Finian said, looking like he just might deliver a blow himself.
Their mom cut a death glare at his brother and sisters. “There will be no punching in this house, thank you very much.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he said.
She turned her angry stare to him. “Save your thanks for God, who is obviously looking out for you, since I haven’t boxed your ears yet. Now spit out the whole story.”
So he did—well, as much of it as he could, from the Kiss Cam to the cover story to get into Gina’s house to the suspension to the ice-pick-to-the-balls moment when Gina had walked into the kitchen and overheard Kyle the moron.
“You let that sweet girl believe her grandfather might have been murdered to get into her house?” his mom asked, shaking her head in disbelief.
His frustration at himself spilled out and his voice rose. “He was Big Nose Tommy, there was a high probability of it.”
“But you highly doubted from the beginning that that was the case,” Finian said.
“Yeah.” In the beginning, it hadn’t seemed like that big of a deal, but after getting to know Gina, having to admit it was like being hit with a haymaker of his own stupidity right in the nose.
Fallon shook her head. “And then after all of that was put to bed and you two got serious, you never told her?”
And there it was, the knockout punch. “No.”
Everyone gathered in the entryway wore identical expressions that roughly translated to there never was a dumber man than Ford Hartigan. He couldn’t argue the point.
The whole time, he’d figured it would be something Gina’s rule-breaking family would do that would mess everything up. Instead, he’d done it all by himself.
“Well, what are you going to do now?” Faith asked.
Ford wished like hell there was a procedure manual for this. “I have no clue.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ford had barely sat his ass in his chair Friday morning before his name rang out over the squad room.
“Hartigan,” the captain yelled. “My office.”
When he walked into the office and saw that the new task force lead, Rodriguez, was already there, he knew this wasn’t just another meeting. The captain got introductions out of the way with his usual pondering efficiency, and then he and Rodriguez sat down.
Since there wasn’t another chair, Ford remained standing. Judging by the look on their faces, having enough chairs hadn’t been simply an overlooked detail.
“I understand you have a special in with the Luca family,” Rodriguez said, her tone neutral, but there was no missing the calculating look in her eye.
“I did.” Until he’d fucked it up like an asshole.
Not a muscle moved in Rodriguez’s face, but she tightened her grip on the pen in her hand. “Love has turned to dust already,” she said with a sarcastic sigh. “What a shock.”
“As I’d suspected it would,” the captain said as he clicked open a digital report. “Even if her last name wasn’t Luca, she just didn’t look like your kind of woman, Hartigan.”