At least he was calmer now, and he didn’t seem to hate me for being unable to save Lennon tonight. My heart could only handle so much.

“Maybe Daniel mentioned my name to his old man, and the fact my uncle’s living at The Sapphire Hotel.” Colin fidgeted with the ends of his hair, then his eyes widened. “Oh shit, if he was cloning Lennon’s phone, that must be how he knew. I told her all of that.”

“Not your fault,” I said before he started blaming himself. No way could he have ever predicted any of this happening. “I can see Daniel’s father offering him a chance to redeem himself from his life of crime. Yet another reason Daniel didn’t want anyone finding out he hurt a woman. So, he offered Daniel an opportunity to do him a favor, one that Daniel botched because he tried mugging my intern.”

“Are you saying Daniel’s dad is the one hatching this overthrow-the-king plan?” Colin asked me, brows raised.

“If it looks like a duck,” Hudson spoke up before I could, “then it’s more than likely a motherfu—” He dropped his curse as if my son hadn’t already displayed he’d inherited my sailor’s mouth, despite not being in my life.

“No, the cyber wallet can’t be used to take down Sebastian,” Izzy said, shutting down that theory. I supposed I needed to watch Avengers to understand the references, but the intent was clear. “Honestly, I don’t get why someone in The League would want it. It doesn’t make sense.”

We have to be missing something.

“I’ll update Gwen and see what she can find that may help.” Izzy faced Colin. “Anything else you know about Daniel’s father to help us narrow the search?”

“You said he’s not Irish. Any clue where he’s from?” I asked him, and Colin closed one eye as if he didn’t want to say. “What is it?”

He tugged at the drawstrings of his hoodie, and I was beginning to understand why he wore those damn things, even in May. Something to fidget with, to draw comfort from. Well, I was there now, so he had both his mom and me for that.

“His dad, um, Lennon said he’s Sicilian, like you.”

Dammit. “We need to get Giuseppe Messina back on the phone.”

“Why?” my father asked, stepping forward and around Colin to look at me.

“Because I get the distinct feeling he didn’t tell me everything.” I wrapped a hand around my throat, feeling like I was suffocating. “The Messinas had our six out there tonight, but that doesn’t mean there’s not more to the story.” Which reminds me. “Tommaso said to consider their debt paid after helping us. What the hell was he talking about? When did you do a favor for them?”