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When I said nothing else, she turned to look at me.
“You mean organised crime?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know, but I knew a dangerous man when I saw one.
“Do you think it’ll be a problem?”
It’ll be a problem if he keeps appearing at my workplaces, I thought, but I didn’t say that to Cat.
“Probably not. How often do you see the big boss?”
“True. I hardly see mine at all.”
“Don’t you have to see him?” I asked.
Cat worked as a carer. Earlier this year, she left the agency she worked at and started doing shifts solely at this one place where the old guy needed round-the-clock care. She took every shift available outside of her medical school placements. She was often awake and still studying when I shuffled in from the club.
“Yeah… I mean, you know, the estate pays me. The company takes care of it. So I’ve never seen that big boss,” she rambled and gave a nervous laugh.
Curiosity gnawed at me, but I reminded myself I had a shitload of my own secrets, and if she didn’t want to tell me, I would keep my nose out.
“So, was the boss fit?” she asked, opening a bag of gummy bears and pouring some into my hand.
I groaned, remembering how gorgeous he was and how he smelled close up. The last thing I needed was to get attached to a dangerous man. I vowed I’d never end up like Mamá.
“Gorgeous,” I said savagely, biting off an innocent gummy’s head.
Cat giggled. “Well, at least there’s that.” She stood up, grabbed a bottle of wine, and uncorked it.
Neither of us would have more than one glass as we both had clinics tomorrow, but I let the cool liquid slide down my throat, reminding myself to think of my ancestors and forcing away unwanted images of Sean O’Sullivan.
6
The motorway was busy as I weaved the Range Rover past slower cars. My mind was back in the club with the hummingbird and her suspicious paper trail. I tried to convince myself that was the motivation for this trip and nothing else, even as infatuation nibbled at the edges of my concentration.
“What’s wrong with Vegas for a honeymoon?” I asked Loch mainly to distract myself from memories of her tits.
“Nothing, but Rada doesn’t want to leave the country.”
“Why? She’s got a passport.”
“It’s her sister. Until we find her, she doesn’t want to leave.”
“You know that?—”
“Don’t fucking say it.”
I shut my mouth. They were both delusional. Rada’s sister was dead. We’d not found her in nearly a year of looking.
“What’s the play when we get there?” Loch asked, changing the subject.
“Let’s see how it pans out.”
Loch sighed and checked his firearm. He knew it would not be pretty.
“Are you gone for this woman already?”
I scoffed. “Says the man who picked up his wife when she was unconscious and covered in the blood of the men she’d stabbed and took her home immediately. Fecking pot callin’ the kettle black.” I changed gears. “This is a potential lead. The woman pretends not to speak English, hides the fact she is doing a degree, wears a wig, and her ID is faker than a page three girl’s tits.”
