The McAlister Series
Shamus she had learned was the Irish English equivalent of the Special Forces division. Like the Colonel, he would be able to make good his threats, even though he was also considered the bad Pirate Red. Like the Colonel, he would be able to make good his threats, even though he was also considered the bad Pirate Red. She knew that Magnus and Julius were taken into custody and were to be interrogated but she was unaware of what that contained. After what she had witnessed they did to her guards she really could not think of anything that would be too harsh to get at the truth. Apparently the whiskey manufacturing was a family business that had been centuries old and the best cover in the world.
“You don’t come home to visit and now you insult your brother by suggesting I can’t keep the family safe. You bastard! I love you too. Just do your job fancy pants and leave me to the dirty work as usual.
Shamus nodded but his face kept getting redder if that was possible. “Who do we have to thank for Bear’s injuries do you think?” Margie could see then that the danger wasn’t to Bear it was because he was now seeing more clearly what was done to Bear.
Shamus turned to her and was angry “Don’t tell me how to do my job?”
Uncle Shamus hummed an Irish ditty and his mother lightly joined in. Ambry shook his head and gave a quick nodded. “Here we go again,” he mumbled under his breath. “Gray Wolf will want to be brought in.” Shamus smiled and used his cane to get up pretending that he was dancing a little jig. “Anybody want to join me for a bit of a drink?”