Chapter 2“Conall, before you hang up, I need your help,” Deke said.
“Do you now, and why should I care?”
“Because we were…friends…once. I’ve got two kids here who someone wants dead.”
“Kids like us?” Conall asked.
“Yeah, but they don’t know it. Their folks were murdered, they’re on the run, and I was at the right place at the right time to keep a couple of goons from grabbing them.”
“Intriguing.” Deke could picture Conall pressing his fingers together—or he would have if he hadn’t been holding his phone in one hand. “Tell me more.”
Deke did, as much as he knew so far. He ended by saying, “The parents were Irish, and, according to Rory they came over here right after they got married. It makes me wonder if their families were enemies and they had to get away before her parents could i
