CHAPTER 1 “You’re out of your goddamn mind!” Pop Malone scowled at his son, Connor. “Watch your mouth. I can still wipe the floor with your scrawny ass.” Connor wiped his hand over his short hair and clamped down on the top in an effort to pull it out. Nathan Tucker had the right idea by shaving his head. It was something Connor was going to have to look into if he kept getting bombs dropped on him. “Pop,” Connor said in exasperation. “We install security systems. Sophisticated, state-of-the-art computer monitoring equipment. We do consulting. We evaluate security for other people. We are not a goddamn bodyguard service.” Pop huffed, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his adopted daughter’s desk. Faith stared wide-eyed at her father and brother but didn’t say a word. She was too glued to the conversation. “If you’d stop your yammering for two seconds, I’d explain why you’re perfect for this job.” “Oh boy,” Connor muttered. “I can’t wait to hear this. I’d better sit down for it.” He flopped into one of the chairs in front of Faith’s desk and waited for his father’s latest harebrained scheme. Not that his father wasn’t a smart man. He was one of the most intelligent and cunning men Connor knew. It was the cunning part that bothered the