Chapter 14

We headed deeper onto the property, walking-or in my case, jogging-past towering Cypress and Arbutus trees dotting a perfectly manicured lawn. I gave a low whistle at the amount of land the Brotherhood owned. "This is like a whole city block."

"Deep pockets." Rohan rounded a corner and I saw a massive 1920s brick manor, flanked by two long, raised garden beds filled with budding flowers. It wasn't Windsor Castle but it still qualified as mansion status.

Messenger bag pressed to my chest, I craned my neck up to take in the arched doors, a beveled bay window in the turret, and multiple chimneys.

Impressive, but with nary an archer or vat of boiling pitch in sight. My shoulders relaxed out of my ears. "Gatsby throw a party or two here?"

"Close." Rohan picked up the pace, forcing me to run up the front walk. "The estate was originally built with bootlegger money."