bonfire, I have to keep reminding myself that I’m on vacation with my family and therefore need to seem engaged in the activity around me rather than preoccupied and brooding over the car in the restaurant parking lot. For all I know, the guy is completely harmless and poses no threat to my loved ones, and I’m overreacting due to everything that’s happened around me over the last several months. There’s still a niggling part of my mind, though, that tells me there is no overreaction and that danger has followed us to Cape Cod. I sent the license plate number to Leo, asking him to do a bit of research and see what this guy’s story is; so far I haven’t heard anything back, but considering he didn’t contact me within the first hour to tell me to evacuate everyone and get them home, I’m slightly comforted.
“You’re being very introverted today,” Danny comments as he sits beside me on my log while we watch the bonfire roaring. “Everything all right?”
As easy going as my brother-in-law can be, there’s a reason Claire loves him—he doesn’t miss a thing around him. He’s observant of his surroundings, quietly calculating even the smallest details. Above all else, though, Danny is immensely protective of his family, just as I am with mine, and if he believes there’s some danger that might affect them, he’s going to find out what it is. “I’m probably reading too much into it,” I tell him quietly, glancing around to make sure Samantha is occupied playing with Tyler. “But when we left the restaurant after lunch, there was a car parked across from the van and the driver was following our every move. All things considered, I’m a little on edge.”
Danny sighs, nodding as he turns his thoughtful gaze to the bonfire. “There’s something you need to know, Matt,” he begins resignedly. “I didn’t want to bring it up until we got home, but the more I learn, the worse it seems.”
I glance at my brother-in-law, dread filling my body. “What is it?”
“Paul asked me to look into some things for him,” Danny begins slowly. “Things completely unrelated to you or anyone else in the family. But while I was going through the paperwork he dropped by my office, I found something that, even for him, seems a bit sketchy.” He’s got my full attention now. “Your dad sponsored a travel visa for a couple people—foreign engineers for some project he’s working on. One of them came from Russia.”
It takes a moment for his meaning to sink in, and when it does, I don’t need him to explain any further. “Which one was it?”
“Ivan Kuklov.”
I hardly need to think to attach a face to the name. He was the man who had a gun pressed to Samantha’s head and after she tried to defend herself with a well-placed elbow to his groin, he was the man who cracked her skull with the butt of that gun, then flung her into the wall of the boat. He was the bastard that very nearly killed her. And he was in the country because my father sponsored his visa. My initial reaction is to call my father and find out what the fuck he was doing allowing Russian mobsters come to work for him. But smart as he is, I can’t even bring myself to believe he would knowingly do something like that. He might not like Samantha, but he’s not one to hire kidnappers that attempt to kill my family. “Does my father know you found this out?” I ask Danny.
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Then forget you told me. I’ll handle it myself.” Though how I’m going to handle it I have no idea. “Does Claire know?”
Danny lets out a derisive snort. “Are you insane?” he asks. “If she knew, do you think your dad would be alive right now?”
I smirk. “Good point,” I concede. “Let’s keep it that way.”
With Danny’s silent agreement, we stand and rejoin our family and I manage to set aside all my concerns, old and new, and have a great last night of vacation. By the time we get back to the house some time
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