explosion rocked the ground they were all standing on. Small bits of dirt and rock flew at them, and the dust cloud which boiled up was more than impressive. The whole yard would be covered in debris from the explosion for weeks to come, and the gaping hole in the quarry scrap pile was going to be a scar until they could fill it in.
But no one was hurt. Nothing but some rock was destroyed and a part of a building could be patched and repaired within hours.
He looked over at Victor who was surrounded by Gwen, Cecelia, Tank and Henry. Victor was looking over at him. There was a grim determination in Victor’s eyes, and he knew the same look was in his own. “They’re dead. I want them taken down and utterly decimated. I want that company chopped into tuna and thrown to the sharks.”
“Smile, you son of a bitch,” Victor answered, the smile cruel and calculating on his face.
Miller looked between them. “You think you know who did this?”
“Of course,” Victor said. “But I don’t think we’re going to be able to prove it. Not yet anyway. We don’t want to taint the investigation. If it’s them, I want them to go down with clear cut evidence.” Nathaniel nodded.
Gwen looked at them all, clapping her hands. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think we’ve had more than enough excitement for one day. Let’s call it a workday and go home. Because I know where I want to be right now, and it’s not standing here in front of a police investigation.”
No one argued with her. Everyone had brought their own cars, so, much to his dislike, Nathaniel was going to have some alone time while they all drove back to North Hills. He didn’t want the alone time. He wanted both Emmy and his brother in the truck with him; he’d almost lost his brother today. If Dayton had caused the death of his brother, there was no way he would ever really recover from that. What would have happened to him? To the company? To the little girl who was probably napping in her nursery? It seemed more and more likely that the state was going to let Victor adopt her. Could he take over if something happened? How would he ever run the company alone?
He shook the thought out of his head. He and Victor were long overdue for this discussion. They had to take the baby into consideration and how things should work if either or both of them were killed. Or died. After all, their mother had died in a car accident and their father had died from a heart attack. No one knew when their time would be up.
First, Emmy, as he was only getting to know her. Now Victor, before he had a chance to really start rebuilding himself. And then the potential to lose a gorgeous baby he wanted as his niece. Two business associates he deemed irreplaceable. This sucks .
Joanne had drinks lined up for them when they walked in. Gin and tonic for Victor, a Manhattan on the rocks for him, and Emmy’s cosmo. She nodded at them, not smiling as they each took their drink. “I thought you might like those when Quinn told me what was going on down there. Victor?”
Victor slammed the drink back on the counter. “Fine. I’m fine. I’m alive, I’m pissed, I’m tired and I need another one of those.” He sat on the high stool next to the island. “Jesus, I almost died today.”
Nathaniel didn’t say anything. He just took a huge swallow of the drink and enjoyed the hot fire of the alcohol warming every part of his body. Joanne always used the good whiskey for this. She mixed up another gin and tonic for Victor, and put it down in front of him. “Slower, please, Victor. The first one I’ll forgive you.”
He threw it back anyway. But instead of slamming the glass back on the counter, he kept going back and crumpled to the ground.
“Victor!” Joanne screamed.
Emmy and Nathaniel dropped to their knees when they heard his head hit the floor after he hit the ground. His legs were curled under him and the glass rolled away. Emmy felt for a pulse at his neck while Nathaniel
But no one was hurt. Nothing but some rock was destroyed and a part of a building could be patched and repaired within hours.
He looked over at Victor who was surrounded by Gwen, Cecelia, Tank and Henry. Victor was looking over at him. There was a grim determination in Victor’s eyes, and he knew the same look was in his own. “They’re dead. I want them taken down and utterly decimated. I want that company chopped into tuna and thrown to the sharks.”
“Smile, you son of a bitch,” Victor answered, the smile cruel and calculating on his face.
Miller looked between them. “You think you know who did this?”
“Of course,” Victor said. “But I don’t think we’re going to be able to prove it. Not yet anyway. We don’t want to taint the investigation. If it’s them, I want them to go down with clear cut evidence.” Nathaniel nodded.
Gwen looked at them all, clapping her hands. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think we’ve had more than enough excitement for one day. Let’s call it a workday and go home. Because I know where I want to be right now, and it’s not standing here in front of a police investigation.”
No one argued with her. Everyone had brought their own cars, so, much to his dislike, Nathaniel was going to have some alone time while they all drove back to North Hills. He didn’t want the alone time. He wanted both Emmy and his brother in the truck with him; he’d almost lost his brother today. If Dayton had caused the death of his brother, there was no way he would ever really recover from that. What would have happened to him? To the company? To the little girl who was probably napping in her nursery? It seemed more and more likely that the state was going to let Victor adopt her. Could he take over if something happened? How would he ever run the company alone?
He shook the thought out of his head. He and Victor were long overdue for this discussion. They had to take the baby into consideration and how things should work if either or both of them were killed. Or died. After all, their mother had died in a car accident and their father had died from a heart attack. No one knew when their time would be up.
First, Emmy, as he was only getting to know her. Now Victor, before he had a chance to really start rebuilding himself. And then the potential to lose a gorgeous baby he wanted as his niece. Two business associates he deemed irreplaceable. This sucks .
Joanne had drinks lined up for them when they walked in. Gin and tonic for Victor, a Manhattan on the rocks for him, and Emmy’s cosmo. She nodded at them, not smiling as they each took their drink. “I thought you might like those when Quinn told me what was going on down there. Victor?”
Victor slammed the drink back on the counter. “Fine. I’m fine. I’m alive, I’m pissed, I’m tired and I need another one of those.” He sat on the high stool next to the island. “Jesus, I almost died today.”
Nathaniel didn’t say anything. He just took a huge swallow of the drink and enjoyed the hot fire of the alcohol warming every part of his body. Joanne always used the good whiskey for this. She mixed up another gin and tonic for Victor, and put it down in front of him. “Slower, please, Victor. The first one I’ll forgive you.”
He threw it back anyway. But instead of slamming the glass back on the counter, he kept going back and crumpled to the ground.
“Victor!” Joanne screamed.
Emmy and Nathaniel dropped to their knees when they heard his head hit the floor after he hit the ground. His legs were curled under him and the glass rolled away. Emmy felt for a pulse at his neck while Nathaniel
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