Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3)(101)

“No.” Uilleam didn’t feel drunk anymore, his mind was the sharpest it had ever been. “There was a body.”

His brother was thinking word may have gotten to him, but it wasn’t that simple. When he had learned of Karina’s tragic death, he was disbelieving.

He had refused to even admit it to himself before a body was found.

It had been her body that sent him careening down the abyss.

“A journalist, wasn’t she?” Kit kept on. “You once told me of the investigation that had spurned your interest in her. Death by the poison, belladonna, wasn’t it?”

Uilleam was on edge, though even as his brother spoke, he still refused to see what was directly in front of him.

“Luna told me she’d taken a job around the time you were shot, says the client’s name was Belladonna. She was too furious with me to question it at the time, but she didn’t understand the significance. I took it upon myself to spend the last three nights looking into the mysterious woman, and yet I’ve found nothing—she doesn’t exist. So tell me, brother, how can someone that doesn’t exist manage to fool you enough to accept a contract?”

Absently, Uilleam murmured, “I wasn’t behind the contracts at that time—Zachariah was.”

He had been too busy readying to send Luna to California and get the ball rolling. And even after the shooting, he had been more concerned with trying to find the Jackal than the inner workings of the Den.

“But it doesn’t matter,” Uilleam said, “I saw the body.”

Kit looked amused. “Then you’re not the only one playing a game, brother.”

No, it seemed he wasn’t.