“Which is?” Lo prompted.
“Which is something we’ll talk about at a different time.”
“You can trust Rhys.”
“It’s not Rhys I’m worried about.”
I’d seen Lo pissed, annoyed, and menacing plenty of times. But I’d never seen her so instantly set off and ready to fight. Even when she’d dislocated the man’s arm at Rye, she’d looked almost bored by it.
Not right then.
She glared at her brother like she was about to launch him out the front window. “If you’re implying that I can’t be trusted?—”
“I’m not. I’m outright saying you’re a rule follower who runs and tattles about every little thing.”
“Yeah, when I was achild.” She didn’t exactly help her case by picking up a pillow and chucking it at his head, but I supported her rightsandher wrongs by offering up the heavier one nearest me. She threw that, too. “And for the last time, I didn’t know that you and what’s-her-name were having sex. I thought you were doing CPR for a medical emergency. I was helping.”
Being an only child is suddenly looking pretty damn good.
Grayson dodged another projectile as he said, “And your spotless record on the force now?”
“Are you seriously twisting that to be a bad thing?”
“It is if you’re going to rush to tell your handler everything the second I leave here.”
“I’ve trusted my own discretion at what needs to be shared and when,” she said guardedly. She’d said there were certain things she wasn’t sharing with her handler because she wasn’t sure how or if it connected with the case, but the way she spoke made it seem like that wasn’t protocol.
“Good. Keep doing that.”
“Okay, what am I missing here?” I asked, assuming it was just me who was left out.
But Lo crossed her arms and added, “I’d also like to know.”
“The FBI is building a case against the Irish mafia.” Grayson looked at his sister. “And we’re pretty sure there’s a mole in your precinct working with them.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
PROVE IT
LUNA
“Iwould’ve made you anotherone,” Rhys said, looking over to where I sat in his office, eating the nuked burger and fries he’d forgotten in his car earlier.
“No reason to let a good, slightly soggy burger go to waste.” I looked longingly at the cocktail glass with a dagger and an umbrella in it. “It’s the pina colada that’s not cutting it. I could go for some rum.”
And by some, I meant a lot. But getting wasted with everything going on would be the worst idea, so my virgin drink would have to do.
“One day, hellcat.” He typed on the keyboard. “I’m almost done.”
I wasn’t in a rush, mostly because I was too wired to sleep.
Seeing my oldest brother sitting at the bar had been a shock since last I’d known, he was living in Hawaii. I was sure he felt the same surprise seeing me behind the bar, but neither of us had acknowledged the other in anything other than a friendly greeting. To anyone else, we looked like strangers.
Well, anyone except Rhys. He’d somehow picked up on things despite me knowing for a fact Grayson and I hadn’t given any indication we knew each other while discreetly exchanging contact info.
As good as it’d been to see him, the news he brought was far from pleasant. The involvement of the Irish mafia brought up more questions that might not have pertained at all to Rhys or Rye. It could’ve been an unrelated coincidence.
But a mole? The precinct was big. There were a lot of people. A lot of cases. A lot of whispers and gossip.
