Chapter 22

“Why would someone want you dead, Mick?”

“If I knew that…”

“Yeah, it would help.” Andy paused, as if unwilling to say what came next. “Your brother?”

“That’s occurred to me,” Mick admitted. “Has he said anything to make you think it could be him?”

Andy shrugged. “It’s pretty clear he wasn’t happy when you took over the clubs. At least from the way I’ve seen him look at you sometimes, when you’re not aware of it. He hasn’t said anything, though. At least not to me.”

“Do the two of you get along?” Mick asked.

“I suppose as much as he gets along with anyone who works there, which means he talks to us when he has to, about what we’re supposed to do, or not do. Honestly, I get the feeling he thinks he’s above the rest of us and he doesn’t mind letting us know it. Not like you. You’re pretty easy going when you’re around.”

“So I’ve been told,” Mick said. “Not that I remember.”

Curiosity apparently got the better of him because Andy asked, “Have you remembered anything?”