Alex groaned softly and started the car, heading them towards Isobel’s. “Tell Liz that there’s nobody at Max’s,” he said to give him time to stall. You’d think he’d have known his brothers, but when was the last time they’d all been together as a family? When had they ever been a family? He’d thought he’d known his father’s line before he crossed it with Michael. And then he thought he knew that line only to find out that there was pretty much nothing he wouldn’t do. He had no idea if that attitude was one his brothers had adopted or whether it was just another assignment to them. Flint didn’t seem to have cared that so many people had died.

“Call me. If you see any of my brothers, call me.” Maybe he should be telling Kyle to call Max, Michael, or Isabel, but these were his brothers. His family. If anyone was going to be dealing with them, making sure they couldn’t hurt anyone else, it was him. That said, he also didn’t want Kyle to be in the crossfire. They were starting to actually be friends again, good friends, like it had been before, and he wasn’t going to let his family screw up another relationship.

“And you probably would end up shooting yourself, so if you ever feel the need for lessons, let me know.” Especially if their lives continued in the path they seemed to be going down.