Unholy Alliance

Landon

"What I get out of it," Brooks said, finally, settling into the chair across from my desk like he owned it, "is considerably simpler than either of you seem to think."

"Enlighten us," my grandfather said, cane still tapping.

"I know my son." Brooks folded his hands, the picture of patience. "Better than either of you, certainly better than that girl thinks she does. Declan doesn't do anythi