I didn’t have to verbalize the question. Tommy was more than ready to give me the answer.

“Taught you how to take the tracker off your car. Taught you how to spot a tail,” Tommy explained. “Seein’ as it’s comin’ clear you got shit for brains, never occurred to you, he taught you how to spot a tail, he’d know how to tail you without you spotting him.”

“But why would he even do that?” I asked quietly, unable to make my voice even a normal volume.

“For money. For me,” he ground out, jerking a thumb at himself miraculously in the minimal space he’d allowed. “For us,” he went on.

I shook my head. “Us?”

“Fuck, Liv, do you pay attention at all?” he asked.

Apparently, I didn’t.

But I thought I did.

“Tom, I—”

“Your sister is taking over,” he said low, getting even closer to do it. “Your dad’s goin’ down, Liv. She’s maneuvered him right out. He’s been so taken up with findin’ new sources of horse and blow, comin’ up with crazy-ass bullshit schemes like marryin’ his daughter to some asshole he’s convinced is gonna be the next fuckin’ president, for fuck’s sake. Not to mention, generally fucking things up doin’ stupid shit, like gettin’ caught up in that human trafficking bullshit that almost brought us all down. He didn’t see it.”

There was a lot there, none of which I got to process because Tommy was still speaking.

“Now, when Georgia’s in charge of things, and she will be and she will be soon, things’ll change. And those things changing means I get you. You get me. She gets Gill. Your dad gets ousted however she’s got planned to oust him and she’s got plans, Liv. Make no mistake about that. She is not fuckin’ around. Not anymore.”

I stared up at him, lips parted, frozen in disbelief.

This went on for too long and I knew that when Tommy clipped out, “You wanna snap out of it?”

“You get me?” I asked.

He moved away half a step and tossed both hands up in exasperation. “Fuck, Liv, what do you think I’ve been eatin’ shit for the last six years?”

I could not believe this.

“Your wife is pregnant,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, and when I dump the bitch, the kid’ll still be mine. He’ll be raised half the time by you and me, which might suck, but kids deal with that shit all the time. He’ll be good.”

I could not believe this!

“When you dump the bitch?” I asked.