The certainty in her voice made me pause.
“And what happens when it doesn’t go the way you think it will?” I asked.
“It will.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one that matters.”
Silence stretched between us.
“What’s his name?” I asked again. She always refused to disclose that little detail, regardless of the fact that I couldn’t disclose it. Our conversations were private and they would remain so.
She hesitated—just for a second. “An Irish mobster, a member of the Callahan family.”
I stilled. “You’re serious.”
“Very.”
“Does he know you’re planning this?”
“Of course not.”
“Good,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “It was a stupid question anyhow, because if he knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“You worry too much.”
“You don’t worry enough.”
She ignored that. “I’ll make him want me. That part won’t be hard.”
Something in my chest tightened at the certainty in her voice.
“And then?” I pressed.
“And then I’ll make sure he pays for everything he’s done,” she said. “Not just to me.”
My eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” she said lightly, “I won’t walk away empty-handed this time.”
“Sienna… how are you planning to do that?”
“I’ll give him to the police on a silver platter.”
I stopped pacing. “You’re going to build a case on him.”
“I’m going to hand them everything there is to know about the man.”
“That’s incredibly dangerous.”
“So is he.”
“That’s exactly my point.”
She let out a quiet breath. “Relax. I know what I’m doing.”
“No,” I said firmly. “You only think you do.”
