Deklan glances over his shoulder and then makes a quick U-turn. He guns the engine and speeds around a couple of cars in his way as I hold onto the door handle and try not to freak out over his driving.
“Where are we going?”
“There’s a warehouse near the dock,” Deklan says. “That’s where Teagan is.”
“What do you think she wants to tell you?”
“I don’t know.”
“What should I do while you’re talking to her?” I ask quietly.
“I don’t want you by yourself,” Deklan says. “I guess you’re coming with me.”
“What’s Teagan going to think about that?”
“Right now, I don’t care.”
We park the car in an empty, gravel parking lot. I follow Deklan as he stomps through narrow rows of storage containers to a large, windowless bu
ilding behind the storage area. It looks like there is street access from the other side, but there aren’t any cars parked in front.
Deklan pulls out his keys and uses one to open a padlock on the door and then leads me inside. Teagan is in a dimly lit office near the door, and she looks up with raised eyebrows at Deklan when we enter.
“Is this a bad time?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry. Gotta talk anyway.” Teagan looks over at me. “You might want to send her out.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say quietly to Deklan. “No more secrets.”
“Out with it, Teagan.”
Teagan raises an eyebrow at Deklan.
“Sorry,” Deklan mutters. “Please, just say what you came to say.”
“I knew Grange was working with Neil. I knew he was passing info to O’Conner, too. My dad was aware of what was going on, and he wanted to see how it would all play out. He thought it would be best for Sean.”
“I got the idea.”
“There’s more.” Teagan leans against the desk and tilts her head. “Sean knew as well. I don’t know why he was playing dumb back there. He knew about Neil and Grange. In fact, Sean was the one who told Grange to keep tabs on Kera.”
“Then why the fuck did he shoot him?”
Teagan just stares at him, expressionless and silent.
“Because he’s a fucking lunatic,” Deklan finally says softly.
“It can’t keep going on like this,” Teagan says. “We are going to have to do something.”
“Yeah,” Deklan says, “like what? He’s the head of the family now, Teag. What exactly do you think we should do?”
“He won’t listen to me at all,” she says. “You might have a better chance.”
“If you heard our last conversation,” Deklan mumbles, “you wouldn’t think that.”
“Then we have to consider other options.”