Paddy Joins Them

Three days passed while the Masters tried to break the code, to try and find who was behind the letter. Although they suspected that Nico Piccolo was behind the mysterious, terrorising midnight calls and the letters and photos, they needed more proof before they acted.

Unfortunately, all their skills and those of the IT team they had at their disposal could not crack the IP address. Too complicated, too clever, said their best men, throwing up their hands in defeat.

Laim O’ Grady wasted no time.

Bianca, trying hard to be brave, was an emotional wreck beneath all the bravado.

She had snuggled between them that night, or rather, that day, when they headed home.

O’Grady watched as she rested her head on his brother’s chest and said, her lower lip, full and plump, trembling,

“I was…I thought…you…”

At that, O’Grady had pulled her into his arms forcefully and growled, when he came up for air,

“Did you seriously think that the woman in those grainy photographs could be mistaken for you?”

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