Nick curled on his side, burying his head in the covers as the Fiddler’s Green bobbed peacefully in the falling snow. Nick’s entire being ached at the very thought of the way Ty must hate him now that he’d come clean. God, he was so close but Nick couldn’t reach out to him, he couldn’t risk any of his actions putting Kelly in more danger than he already was. He checked all their safeguards one last time before limping down to his cabin and crawling into bed. If Nick had to let Liam crash and burn, he would. He still had no idea how to clear Liam’s name, but Nick wasn’t losing sleep over that. That was what Nick had convinced Liam to do, anyway, instead of the original plan he’d been pushing. Their only hope was to track down the money Burns had stolen and use it as leverage, offer it as a trade for Zane’s freedom. The cartel would be on Ty and Zane soon enough, the NIA would be on Liam and Nick, and then nothing would save any of them. He and Liam had swiftly run out of options and time. Nick sighed and stared off at the harbor. He was still nodding when he turned around and thumped down the stairs, calling out as he disappeared below deck.
my life is such that the only person I could think to go to for help wasn’t a friend, but rather an enemy.” He laughed ruefully. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this by force. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he finally said. Nick searched for the right words, torn between wanting to dig for information and feeling sorry for the man. “The one the cartel framed you for killing?” “My partner, she and I were together for a year or so.”
Liam lowered his head, turning the bottle over.
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