Page 12 of Unexpected Complication

“Yeah.”

I added a few details as I ate, giving Sean some information he could use. “I saw two computers—one laptop. There are cameras everywhere. Sensors. His office is rigged. The room I want into is wired to blow at any moment. He carries the remote with him. Always.”

Sean nodded. “Nothing about that surprises me. We know he’s paranoid.” He leaned back in his chair. “You’re certain he bought it—all of it?”

I nodded, swallowing a mouthful of pasta. He was a great cook—a perk I thoroughly enjoyed.

“Rex appreciated the show and told it in great detail, I guess. They’re convinced I killed the mole in Orson’s organization.”

“And Skylar?”

I shuddered. “He thinks the reason I look so tired is I was awake all night, enjoying my new ‘plaything,’ as he referred to her.” I shook my head. “He’s such a sick bastard.”

“Why do you look so worried?”

“Something isn’t adding up, Sean. We know who the mole is—it’s me. There’s something we’re missing. I think we have another one. Someone else is working against him.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “He has so few people he trusts now—who could it be?”

“I don’t know. There are only so many to choose from. I don’t care, really. They can kill each other, as far as I’m concerned. All I want is in that room. Once I get what I want, it’s done.”

“Are you really going to turn him over, Cian?”

“I am. A bullet in the head is too good for him. It’s too fast—I want him in prison. I want him to suffer.”

“He won’t last long.”

“Nope. But it’ll be painful and brutal. Exactly what he deserves.”

“We can take him on what we have now. We have enough evidence to bring him up on charges.”

I shook my head. “The second that door bursts open and the law step in, it’s all gone. I’ve seen the way the room is rigged. One click from the remote he carries, and it all goes up in smoke. God knows what other device it’s rigged to. All the evidence that sick, twisted piece of shit has saved is destroyed. I need that evidence. I want him up on so many charges, he’ll never see the light of day.”

Sean studied me. “You want him to know who you are.”

“Yes. I want him to know who took him down.”

“And you’re sure it’s there?”

“I’ve seen it.”

“And Skylar?” he asked again. “How does she fit into all this?”

I exhaled heavily. “I couldn’t risk them going after her. Or leave her to fend for herself, Sean. The look in her eyes when she begged me to just shoot her—it was awful. She’s too young to give up already.”

“What are your plans?”

“I’m going to ask Frank for the same thing as we’re getting when this is done.”

“And if he says no?”

“He won’t.”

“He might. He’s going to be pissed you hid this from him.”

“I’ll figure it out. She needs a break.”

“She’s been through something rough, I think,” Sean mused.