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He blew out a breath, and I grinned for the first time since Amy’s release had covered my face. It was fun playing with this eejit.
“If I did move her out, do you want me to leave protection behind?” I asked, humouring him.
“No, I’ll see to that. Just get rid of the Bulgarian thugs.”
I chuckled. “Tell me, Maximillian Foster the Second.” I paused for effect. “Why haven’t you taken Miss Hounslow to safety? After all, she spends hours at your house already.”
“You already knew,” he said, frustrated.
“I know everything that goes on in my city, Mr Foster. You took an enormous risk ringing me. But I’ll do what you ask, and you’ll owe me a favour.”
The guy cursed under his breath. “As you wish.”
I clicked the call off without saying goodbye. I liked that I’d received a favour from a rich man for doing exactly what I had planned to do.
“What was that about?” Loch asked.
“Just a rich prick obsessed with Amy’s housemate.”
Loch raised his eyebrows and then shook his head. “The smell of fish and chips must drive men wild.”
I clouted him around the back of his head. “Watch your fucking mouth.”
“Jesus,” he groused.
We pulled up to the warehouse, and Cian came scuttling out like a cockroach.
“I got one of them,” he panted, his ginger hair sticking up.
“What the fuck happened?” I snapped at him.
His shirt was torn, and his tie hung off. He gestured us inside with a blood-stained hand. The interior had been set up for a high-stakes poker game, but tables and chairs were turned over, and there was a body sprawled across the floor.
“Dead men don’t talk,” I growled.
“I didn’t have any choice. He had a gun.”
“What the fuck did you have, a water pistol?” Loch said. “Fecking eejit,” he muttered, striding over and snapping on some gloves to examine the dead guy.
“Talk,” I barked at Cian.
“It was the Stefanovs, three of them. They came in with weapons and shot the place up, demanding the cash.”
“How much did they get away with?”
“I don’t know.”
Grant me the strength not to shoot him in the face.
“You don’t know.”
“I shot one of them,” Cian said mulishly.
“And now we can’t question him. How did you know they were Stefanov’s men?”
“Sounded Bulgarian.”
Great, more hearsay and rumours.
