Malachi.
Present day. Friday…
I watch my younger brother keenly as he sleeps.
My eyes on him, like am this mother hawk, guarding her chicks. He's sleeping; snoring heavily from the pain killers he was administered by the doctor last night.
We're at one of the homes I use for certain discreet operations. It's quiet and most people don't know I use it. The neighbors only see lights.
The housekeeper is paid not to tell which Tenshaw lives here. It could be any Tenshaw.
When we drove last night, he asked me to take him to his house. But I refused, because I needed to keep an eye on him.
Gabriel is dead and that only poses a threat for Nate. I know his men will be handled, but someone might still want to know who took him down. We need to be prepared.
