He leveled me with a look, his balls coming back out for a brief moment. “Why do you need to know? Why do you care what talents Fiona has?”

I closed the distance between us in two strides, he valiantly tried to keep his firm position. Maybe he wasn’t completely hopeless after all. 

“I already know about most of your baby sister’s talents.” Randy’s eyes widened, catching my meaning. “It’s the computer ones I need to know. See, someone messed with all of my computer systems on Saturday morning… around the time she left my apartment above the club…” I chuckled at the look on his face. “She didn’t tell you about staying all night, did she? She didn’t tell you how she just barely missed the cut-off for your interest, or how I convinced her to pay them off in trade?” 

I closed my eyes and rolled my head, smiling. Taunting him was proving to be fun and helping soothe the raging beast a bit.

“Hmmm, your sister has many talents indeed.” 

I did not expect the fist that hit me right in the nose. I laughed as I wiped it, checking to see if he made me bleed. He didn’t. 

“Your sister had quite the hit as well when I suggested she stay over. I’m glad to see there are lines for you, Randy. Now. Tell me about your sister and her ability with computers.”

The fact that I was unphased by the hit seemed to shake him to the core. His answer came out fast. “Fi works for a computer company. That’s all I know. She has always been extremely smart. She received offers from many of the top colleges, with full scholarships, including MIT. But she turned them down to stay local and take care of my Dad and me. That’s what she does. She takes care of everyone else. I’m a screwup, we all know that. But not Fi. So please just leave her out of this. She doesn’t have a vindictive bone in her body. She would never screw with someone’s security on purpose. I’m sure it was all just a coincidence.”

I was sure it wasn’t. I was willing to bet he only knew the surface level things about his sister. He was good at reading people at the poker table, so why did he suck so bad at reading his own sister?

“How can I find her?” I tried one more time.

He laughed sardonically. “Honestly? You can’t. I don’t know where she lives. I usually only see her at family dinners with our father. I give her rides home, but I know she is giving me the wrong address. I’ve seen her get into Ubers after I drop her off. Before today, it bugged me.” He waved a hand at me. “Now I think I’m starting to see her point, and her reason for all the paranoia.”

I straightened my suit jacket and moved back toward the door. “She’s been covering for you since high school, and now is when you realize the danger you put her in?”

His face registered his shock. “She told you about that?”

I shrugged. “I enjoyed talking with your sister. She told me a lot of things.” Not things I would share with him, nor were they all that pertinent to the conversation at hand, but I wanted him to think they were. 

I walked out and left him to his own thoughts. Part of me worried he would warn her that I was looking for her. But I was fairly certain he wouldn’t. Just like I knew there would be no point in following him. Randy was going to do all he could to avoid contact with his sister while I was looking for her.

I stepped into the back of my car, just a basic black town car this time since I wanted to blend into the background, letting BoBo drive. He was very discreet, so he was the best person for the job when I needed it. 

I pulled out my phone and called Jorge. “Get me everything you can on Mr. Reynolds. Their father.”

His breath released in a relieved sigh. “Oh, that’s easy. I already found him. He moved to a nursing home a few months ago. Olympus Prime. Supposed to be one of the best in the state. Expensive too.”

I hung up and leaned back in my seat. “I need someone watching the Olympus Prime nursing home this week. If anyone sees Fiona walk in, call me immediately. No one is to approach.”

“Yes, sir.” BoBo replied, pulling out his own phone. 

I listened to his side of the conversation, as he got someone on it. 

Work continued to be difficult. I ended up keeping everything, but the club closed all week. Tracking bets without my computer system was a nightmare. Nor did I want to push my luck with all the lock boxes for the cash. This also helped me keep the security focused on just the club and the bar, instead of spreading them out. I really missed my security cameras too. I had plenty of men, but my nerves were wearing on me. 

I even had to get a new phone. I still couldn’t access anything from my cloud because I was locked out of it as well. It was like starting all over again. 

I hated it. I hated starting over. 

My anger at Fiona overrode any of the pleasant memories. When I thought about her now, I only saw red.