Tony and Claire couldn’t think of a better way to thank all of the people who’d worked to keep their daughter safe and helped to make their world right. Truly, it was an unlikely assembly—one brought together against all odds. Some might say that, at one time, this assembly would’ve been considered improbable—maybe even impossible; however, as everyone rejoiced and wished Nichol a happy birthday, they were a family—united with unbreakable bonds.
Their ties had gone through the fires of hell and come out stronger—refined by the flames—not consumed; nevertheless, the safety of their family would never be taken for granted. That was why Eric and Phil where outside, patrolling the shores and watching the skies. Phil had updated the security, both at the estate and on the island. He and Tony both told Claire it was only a precaution. After all, Catherine was in the Iowa State Penitentiary and would be for a long time; however, even Claire realized there would always be threats. The Rawlings were wealthy people, and despite Claire’s dislike for fame, their money would forever make them possible targets. There was no measure Tony or Claire wouldn’t be willing to endure to insure the safety of their family—all of them.
Phil looked at the text message and shook his head.
“Did something else arrive?” Eric asked.
“Yes, this one’s also addressed to Nichol Rawls. This time, it came with a birthday gift.”
“Has it been opened?”
“Not yet; it has to be scanned to be sure there aren’t any explosives.”
Eric stiffened his neck. “So far, the only clue we’ve had was that one of the envelopes was sealed with female DNA—the feds have ruled out Catherine London.”
“That isn’t enough. Maybe we’ll get more on this one.” Phil squared his shoulders and looked out toward the crystal blue sea. “I believe it goes without saying—I’d have no problem getting rid of this threat once she’s identified, and I think we both know who the most likely candidate is.”
Eric nodded. “After Mr. Rawlings had her fired, it was as if she dropped off the face of the earth.”
“I still support his decision.”
“As do I,” Eric said with pride. “You’d think she’d be smarter than to rehash this shit.”
“I’d go all-in that she’s the sender of these little reminders.”
Eric’s lips formed a straight line. “Next to me, she worked the closest with Mr. Rawlings—for many years.”
“Yeah, she’d certainly know their history. The thing is, I’m not sure if she’s a real physical threat or if she’s just trying to upset Claire”—Phil squared his shoulders—“Either way, when her identity’s confirmed, I promise she won’t be around long enough to stand trial. No one will put them through that again. Besides, there isn’t a person I can’t find.”
“Hmm,” Eric murmured. There was no reason to confirm Phil’s statement; their understanding transcended words. As unlikely as the assembly was up in the big house, so was their intimate family; nevertheless, that was what they were—a family, and Eric and Phil knew the truth. They would do anything within their power to keep their full house consequence free.