“The only logical explanation would be because Colin lied to us and carried off the theft from the Sicilians,” Izzy proposed, facing her screen. “But that doesn’t make sense because the Sicilians would’ve requested a meeting with us and gone the diplomatic route to retrieve what was taken. So, that brings us to the only other possibility. Jamie must have promised something to someone, and when he couldn’t deliver, Jamie gave up Colin’s name to buy himself time to get it or to get out of the city.”

Before I could agree, which I did, Sean McGregor’s name popped up on my sister’s lock screen. She placed him on speaker and let him know we were all listening.

We exchanged a quick greeting before Sean cut to it. “Brian Cormac’s records were swapped with another inmate last month. We had to get some tech support help from a colleague of Sebastian’s at The Sapphire to help us discover that.”

My stomach wrenched because I knew what was coming. Another gut punch. “Colleague as in Carter Dominick?” I couldn’t seem to shake free of that man. Was he now working this case because Sean had requested help? Did Easton tell him about Colin yet?

“Yeah, Dominick has one of the world’s best cyber experts on his team. Gwen Montgomery,” Sean confirmed.

I could feel Hudson eyeing me, probably doing a quick vein check, worried the one at the side of my neck was about to break free. “What’d Gwen find out?” I asked instead of acknowledging Hudson’s concerns about my heart, arteries, and how much one human being could tolerate before they imploded.

“Gwen discovered Brian Cormac was part of The Alliance. An equivalent to a fixer for The League.” Sean laid the news on us—which I never expected—while also answering Hudson’s unspoken question about how much one person could handle before snapping.

Breaking point officially reached.

I needed to sit.

I rounded the desk and dropped into the black leather wingback chair in front of it. Resting my elbows on my legs, I removed my hat and tore my hand through my hair as Sean let us digest the un-fucking-digestible. Colin was mixed up with someone formerly tied to one of the world’s worst criminal enterprises in Europe and Asia.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Izzy said, reading my distressed look, “but The League took out The Alliance, and Cormac’s in prison.”

She could be the voice of reason all she wanted, but I doubted she’d get through to me.

“Remind me of what a fixer is again?” Hudson asked when I didn’t answer her.

“They fix shit, usually by way of murder.” I mumbled a disgruntled response under my breath. “My father was also a fixer, but for The League.”

“What does this all mean?” Izzy cut to the chase.