Chapter Thirty-Nine

  

Cassie knew she didn’t have a lot of time before people started looking for her. She had managed to dress and check herself out of the hospital without much of a fuss. A cab ride back to her house to get her car and now, noon, she was on her way.

As she drove she mentally kicked herself, not for the first time, for calling Brack at all two weeks ago. He was a sweet boy, and damn if he warn’t fine. All it took to get him here was a few white lies. She knew if Brack thought Mutt was in danger he’d come runnin’. It was true. Mutt was in danger. But she let on like she didn’t know about his juke joint.

She shoulda handled this with Regan herself.

Cassie had an address from, of all things, the society papers. She’d seen a picture of Vito hosting a cocktail party at a lavish West Paces Ferry home and figured her sister was probably there.

Brack and the others didn’t need be involved any more than they already was, she thought. All she’d wanted was her sister back. Mutt, bein’ who he was, Cassie figured would be dead within a week if he went looking for her alone. It took her less time than that to find out about his bar and get her friend Tara to work there and keep tabs on him.

With Nina dead and Mutt in the hospital, Tara, Brack, or Darcy could be next. Enough was enough. She would go get Regan herself, snatch that tramp up bald-headed if that was what it took.

Cassie pulled into the spacious drive, stopped at the gate with a keypad, and pressed the intercom button.

A voice said, “May I help you?”

Cassie yelled, “I’m here for Regan.”