The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

“Catalina, baby, how do you know about the bad guys?”

“Oh uncle Hank, really!”

“Does your dad know that you’re calling me about this?”

“Shh, he doesn’t know that I know so you can’t tell him okay.”

“Okay, but Catalina, does your brothers and sister know about the bad men as well?”

“Of course not, because they don’t listen.”

“What do you mean? Listen how?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because then you’ll tell daddy and I’ll have to start all over again.”

I took that to mean she had some sort of listening device planted around the house somewhere. Well damn! I’ma need to get my hands on the prototype. If Lyon doesn’t know it’s there it must not be anything that’s on the market.

“So are you going to find them soon? You have to do it before school starts in the fall. And don’t forget you have to teach Todd how to fight. I gave you the number but you didn’t call him yet. Why?”

“How do you know I didn’t call him?”

“Because he would’ve said. I have to go I hear daddy coming.”

She hung up the phone and I sat back in the chair behind my desk once again stymied by her fortitude. I forgot to ask her if she received the package in the mail. I started to get up and go look for my wife but the phone rang again seconds later. Looks like she’d forgotten something because it was Lyon’s house number again.

LYON

“Mancini, I need a solid.” I didn’t even let him say hello.

“What do you need?”

“We need to get these trafficking fucks like yesterday. I just had to disappoint my kid because of these fucks and it’s not sitting right. You and those SEAL fucks gotta get the ball rolling.”

“Ookay, I can be there in three hours.”

“The fuck, you coming now?”

“Well, you made it sound like an emergency. Where’s Law?”

“Hunting down Ku Klux fucks in the hills around his place I guess, or busy with his kid.”

“While you’re here, how often do you do a sweep of your place for bugs?”

“Once a week, why? Some fuck got ears in my place?”

“Not Intel no, it’s closer to home.”

“Closer to home, the fuck that mean? Speak English asshole.”

“I can’t tell you, I made a promise.”

“The fuck…wait, when is the last time you spoke to Mengele?” Fucker kept quiet.

“Is this like the time she planted that shit in your office? What the fuck Hank, what did she do to my place?” I waited for him to stop laughing.

“If you haven’t found it yet then I’m gonna have to bring my special equipment when I come. And Colt, I want the patent.” This fuck!

“By the way, how are you coming here? I thought your wife was about to pop?”

“We’ve got a few weeks yet and I have a plane remember?”

“Excuse me. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon then, catch you later.”

I hung up and ran the special wand I use to find bugs and any other little surprises the law might sneak into my place around the room, and found nothing. I headed down to the basement to see if she’d shown up there yet and found her and her grandfather knee deep in some shit that I didn’t want to know about.

“Catalina.”

“Yes daddy!” She didn’t pick her head up from whatever it was they were doing and the look my dad gave me was like I wasn’t allowed in my own damn basement.

I started to ask her about that shit but only now realized that if I did I’d be putting Mancini in a tight spot. I might bitch and moan about the two of them, but the fact is the guy treats my kid like she’s gold and since I don’t have any intentions of dealing with whatever the fuck it is those two get up to together, I figured it was best not to throw him to the wolves.

“Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you were here because your grandpa couldn’t find you earlier.” The fuck is happening to my life?

“I had to wash up after playing with Bunny daddy didn’t you see all the dirt?” She still wasn’t looking at me the little sneak and now I’m really wondering where she was for those few minutes she disappeared earlier.

“Busy here Colt!” Kat’s father in law is steadily losing his damn mind, or he got into a bad batch of his homegrown shit.

“Where’s your wife?”

“She should be here any minute. She and Char had some errands to run.”

Shit, that means Char and her hoodoo shit’s gonna be here soon too. I escaped back to my office because I could already see how the rest of the evening was going to unfold. With me being the one on everyone’s shit list.

Kat

“So he said no again?” I sat at the kitchen table with my mother, mother in law and Char. They’d come as soon as I told them what Colt the dolt had done…again. It’s not that I don’t know he’s dealing with horrible stuff. Between Cierra, the wives of the SEALs and the women on Law’s ranch, I’ve been learning plenty, more than I would’ve before meeting them.