“Fine. But let me take the lead. Finn won’t talk to you if he feels cornered.”
“I’m aware. We’ve barely gotten a word out of him in weeks.”
“Maybe you should have brought me in sooner.”
Maybe. Or maybe that wouldn’t have made any difference. I doubt the kid is going to be thrilled to see you either. He probably thinks you wrote him off.”
“I didn’t. I looked for him for months, but he fucking disappeared. We all thought he was dead.”
“Let’s just hope he knows that, then.” I slap him on the shoulder before heading inside.
Somehow, Finn looks even worse than the last time I saw him. His face looks gaunt, and his nose has set crookedly, which makes him look like a character out of a horror movie. His skin is ghostly pale and stretches taut over his cheekbones, and it’s clear his muscles are starting to atrophy from lack of use.
When Lorcan walks in, he noticeably gags at the stench.
Finn’s eyes lock with Lorcan and for a second, the two men stare at each other, until Finn’s lips pull back over his teeth in a wicked snarl.
“Look who finally decided I was worth the time.”
Lorcan flinches at the coldness in Finn’s words.
I stay back in the shadows, crossing my arms over my chest as I observe the reunion.
“I can’t believe you’re alive.”
“Barely. No thanks to you.”
“It wasn’t like that?—”
“Really? Because I’ve been locked in this fucking cell forweeks, and I’m supposed to believe no one breathed a word about me to you? Sounds pretty intentional if you ask me.”
“I just got back from Ireland. If I’d known?—”
“But you didn’t, that’s the problem. I was gone foryears, Lorcan, and yet you never found me. I’m betting you didn’t even look.”
Lorcan stiffens. “I did look. For months. But you disappeared without a trace. There were no leads. Everyone assumed?—”
“Don’t say it. Don’t fucking tell me you thought I was dead. I know you. You don’t stop until you get answers. Unless it’s me, right? Unless it’s the stepson who didn’t fit the Sullivan mold.”
“That’s not fair.”
“No. What’s not fair is being chained to a chair for months while Ronan plays puppet master, and you pretend you still give a shit.”
The mention of Ronan has me stepping forward and pulling out my gun.
The click of the safety coming off echoes around the concrete room, but Finn doesn’t even blink.
“Watch your mouth. If you did as we asked, my brother wouldn’t have had to resort to such…measures.”
Finn huffs a laugh as his eyes flick to me. Any brightness that might have lingered there has long since vanished.
A shiver runs down my spine as I realize I might as well be staring into the eyes of a corpse.
“You Sullivans and your empty promises.”
“There’s one promise that I can assure you isn’t empty.” My finger hovers over the trigger of my Glock.
“Don’t.” Lorcan holds up a hand while his eyes stay locked on Finn. “You’re angry, and you’ve got every right to be. But Sean is moving in, and we need to know what you know.”
