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– Picayune.”
    “A newspaper that thankfully has cut its distribution drastically,” Solomon mumbled.
    Myles leaned back in his office chair. “It’s down to three times a week for printed, but it goes out every day online.”
    “That’s good news, right?” Solomon looked from Myles to Court.
    Court shook his head. “Afraid not. It looks like subscription service has increased fifteen percent since her first article three weeks ago.”
    “Goddamn it!”
    Myles flattened his lips for a moment. “She has to be stopped.”
    “We can’t just tell her to stop,” Court argued. “She’ll want to know why. I’m a hundred percent certain none of us want our names in anything she writes.”
    Solomon rubbed his fingers back and forth over his forehead. “A full moon is coming. If that...woman...isn’t brought to heel, there’s no telling what she’ll find out.”
    “I’m on it,” Court told his brothers. “I’ll be tracking her with the help of Kane and Riley.”
    At the mention of their brother, Myles’s and Solomon’s eyes snapped to him. Court blew out a breath and pushed away from the wall.
    “Kane is doing some research on Skye Parrish for us. Riley will be the connection we need to the reporter. Hopefully, to get her to back down.”
    Myles sat forward, his face creased in lines of worry. “It may take all of us.”
    “We’re just visiting bars, Myles. The Viper’s Nest and Boudreaux’s. Besides, you and Solomon can take care of Gator Bait for a few nights.”
    Solomon had a perturbed look on his face as he turned to Myles. “What do you think?”
    “I think they have it well enough in hand,” Myles said. “All they’ll be doing is tracking Skye for a few nights. If there is a problem, we can get to them fast enough.”
    There was a long stretch of silence before Solomon nodded as he slid his gaze to Court. “I don’t need to tell you what will happen if Riley is hurt.”
    “She’s the sister we never had. I’d never let anything happen to her,” Court vowed.
    Myles threw a pencil at him and grinned. “Get to it then. But first, it’s your turn to accept the delivery out back.”
    Right at that moment, the bell at the back of the bar rang. Court left Myles’s office to make his way to the kitchen to accept their daily delivery.
    He glanced at the clock. Just a few more hours before he met with Kane to go over what he’d learned about Skye Parrish.

    ~

    “There isn’t much,” Kane said from his spot at the kitchen table as he pushed the laptop toward Court.
    Court made a face. “As if, Kane. There has to be something.”
    “He’s not lying,” Riley said from the bathroom.
    Court glanced at his cousin to see her hand moving as she brushed out her hair. He returned his attention to Kane. “What did you find out?”
    “She wasn’t raised anywhere in the US that I can find.”
    “You had to have found something more,” Court stated.
    Riley leaned back to peer around the bathroom doorway and grinned. “Oh, we did.”
    There was a ghost of a smile as Kane pointed to the laptop. “I traced Skye Parrish backwards. She came to New Orleans from LA where she did a brief stint at the Los Angeles Times. Before that, she got her degree in journalism from UCLA.”
    “Where is she from though?” Court asked.
    Kane waited a few seconds before he said, “The Bahamas.”
    Court was so surprised at the news that he sat back in his chair without anything to say.
    “I know, right?” Riley said as she walked out of the bathroom. “I had that exact reaction. Who grows up in the Bahamas?”
    Court blinked as he looked at his cousin in her dark jeans and bright pink shirt. The top dipped low enough to show ample cleavage. He didn’t think she should be wearing anything like that going to the places they were headed.
    “Wipe that look off your face right now, Court LaRue,” she told him sternly. “I’m a grown woman who has lived by myself for years.”
    Court looked to Kane for