Page 14 of The Triangle

“Who?” I ask.

“If I knew that do you think I’d waste my time yelling at those dumb fucks?”

I shrug and take a seat in another smaller leather chair in front of his desk, just kinda waiting for him to get over his anger. I’m not afraid of Brasil, but I give him his space and he gives me mine. It works well for us.

“I heard rumors while I was gone.”

I pause to think about that for a second, but it doesn’t make much sense. “Rumors? In Ireland? About us?”

“We have a problem. And David is dead.”

“Shit,” I say, raking my fingers though my hair. “What the fuck? When?”

“Two nights ago. Some girl got him and—”

I stop listening at the word ‘girl.’ I picture Christine instead.

“And she was a professional.”

“How do you know?”

“What did I just say? He took a bullet to the head and my guys say it came from the top of a building almost a mile away. A sniper.”

David is not a partner. Not like me. But he’s pretty high up in our little organization. He runs all the out-of-towners. Keeps the trains on track, so to speak.

“A very talented fucking sniper.”

“How do you know it was a girl?”

“We got footage of her.”

Fuck.

“From a gas station CCTV across the street from where she did the hit.” He turns in his chair, swings his laptop around so I can see the screen, and yup. Her face is blurry but sure as fuckin’ shit, that’s Christine. I see her so clear, this grainy image might as well be HD.

The video cuts out and Brasil asks, “Who is she?”

“How the fuck would I know?”

He stares at me. Long and hard. It’s kind of a challenge. A dare to keep this lie going. But I’m an excellent liar and I don’t care how many cars we’ve chopped together, if it comes down to Christine or Brasil, I choose Christine. “Why the fuck are you looking at me that way?” I growl the words out.

“Because you had a girl once, right? That girl you used to talk about long time ago.”

“She’s gone. Been gone since before we got into business, Brasil. You know that already.”

“I hear she’s back.”

“I think you’ve heard wrong.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’d know.”

“Maybe you’re not as important as you think?”

“Maybe you’d better shut the fuck up before you say something I don’t let you take back?”

“Are you threatening me, Danny?”