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“Better than mine?”

“Nope. Well, maybe. Cillian Donahue is alive and well and living in Astoria. Heisin WITSEC.”

Fuck.

“Witness protection for what?”

“Must have ratted us out.”

“To whom? I mean, shit. What he knew would be enough for Da to slaughter me.”

“Whatever he gave them must have helped a case that wasn’t related.”

“We’d have heard about it, surely? With the court case? We’ve had no major players sent down for a long time.”

He hummed. “I’m still looking into it.”

“That means that bitch really is the blackmailer.”

“I’m looking forward to her wearing a body bag.”

“Me too.” I scraped a hand over my jaw. “Any other news?”

“Nope, but I’ll put some feelers out, try and see if there are any whispers about who’s behind the blast at the Sinners’ compound.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“I did. It’s a skill I picked up a long time ago.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sell that to Seamus… and even he’s too old to believe you.”

“Speaking of, how’s he doing?”

“He’s okay. We had a good talk the other day. I told him he didn’t have to come into the life if he didn’t want to.”

“Does he?”

“Nope.”

“Not surprising. It’s not for everyone.”

“You mean working on a Saturday ain’t for everyone? I’d never have guessed.”

He snickered. “Where are they?”

“Dunno. I don’t keep trackers on them. Their guards know to get in touch if there’s an issue.”

Even as the words slipped from my lips, I regretted them.

Especially when my phone buzzed, indicating there was an incoming call.

I cleared my throat as I pulled it away, and when I saw George’s name flash on the screen, I cursed under my breath.

“What is it?”

“Liam, one of their guards, is calling. I gotta go.”

“Keep me updated.”

“Yeah.”

I switched over to Liam’s call, and what I heard had my heart fucking sinking.

Screams.

And gunshots.

Fuck.


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