Khaat and Brian had each found more bills. Khaat had found some when she had gone to place some of the clothing in the now empty bedroom drawers. Somehow someone had made room for her in Brian's drawers and in his closet in his room. The master bedroom was beyond exquisite. She remembered how even his small quarters in Paris had the flare of elegance to it. It wasn't overdone, but it was full of rich woods and so strongly looked like the captains quarters in an old time sailing ship from the 1500s or 1600s. It was a room she had really liked. And Robert's quarters were not that much different in Paris.
Here, it was done in every sort of way to acknowledge nature. To salute the untouched beauty that lay right outside every window and every door, off every balcony and porch. And she could see places where obviously some of his most precious pieces of Native American Art had been. Now they were gone. She hurt for him. And when she opened one of the drawers to put in her lingerie and nightwear, she found a false bottom in the drawer and a number of more debts and threats that had been sent to Kieran. They threateneed to kill him, his entire family, and burn the house to the ground. And by the date on the note, they didn't have much time left. She wasnt sure she wanted to show this to him at all.
Angus had gone into the family room and found it had been used as some sort of den of iniquity. It was revolting. He set spells to put the room to rights. He wanted to burn Brian's expensive furniture rather than to have anyone sit on it. He knew a lot of spells, but he didn't know if there was one to scrub his brain of the images of things he knew had happened here. Maybe he'd have Robert obliterate that memory from him or have Kate take that thread out and just toss it altogether. He found a huge rip in the bottom of the black Italian leather sectional and when he turned it over, he heard noise. Rooting inside, he found several large manilla envelopes that had presumably more damning evidence inside. He opened them, having a strong desire to go breech Brian's containment of Kieran Quinn and throttle Brian's older brother. Instead, for now, he took what he found back upstairs and laid it on the table.
Brian had gone into the office and gone to the inwall safe there. There was the most damning evidence of Kierans crimes that he had done so far, and crimes yet to be committed. He sat heavily with it in front of him for a long moment. Kieran was lucky he wasn't a dead man yet. Brian had either come just in the nick of time, or he was going to get them all killed trying, and he wasn't sure which.
He took his finds to the living room and saw Khaat coming back with more. He saw Cassidy had put out the meal she had prepared back home. Home? That was home now? The concept rolled around heavily in his brain. This had been home for a lot of years. But now, it just felt like some place he used to live. When the whole concept of home came forward in his brain, all he saw was Khaat's face. Her beautiful face. And the faces of his girls. Wherever they were, that was home. Nothing else mattered now.
"Thank you, Cassidy," Brian said quietly, staring at the piles of gathered information. It would take all night to sort through. He saw Khaat's face as she laid her pile on the table. Her eyes were full of pain for him and reluctance to add to it. "Its not your fault," he told her. "We knew there would be more. I'm alright. Lets just do what we need to do, okay? This place used to be a lot of fun. Maybe when we get this settled we can find it again." He laid his own stack of evidence on the pile, with a pile of computer discs, cd's and dvds and memory cards from cameras, presumably holding photographs. There were a lot of those in, of all things, a ziplock plastic bag. This was going to take hours and hours.
"I'll help," she told him. "However long it takes."
"And me, Mate. I can go as long as you can," Angus said gently. "You're not alone. We're here for as long as it takes and for whatever you need." Angus saw some sort of battle drawing closer. And he had a feeling lives would be risked, maybe some lost. He didn't know. But it felt massively dangerous. He wasn't leaving. He had pledged his loyalty to the Lupins long ago, and he knew it meant he pledged to stand by them, and, if it called for it, to die with them. He was fully prepared.
"Any of you remember how to use muggle technology?" Brian asked. It was a long time, but he was sure he remembered, and Khaat had to use it periodically for her job, so he knew they were relatively good, but he wasn't sure about Steven and Cassidy or Angus.