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“Think he’s gonna die?” I asked Forrest.
“He bled out a lot,” my bud said gruffly. “He’s gonna be unstable for a while.”
I tried to find comfort in that, but didn’t find all that fucking much.
“Shit.”
“Yeah. Shit.”
“What does he know that they wanted to keep quiet?” I muttered, to no one, to everyone. To the universe if it was listening and willing to answer.
“God knows. Let’s hope he gets better and he can live to tell us himself.”
“Agreed.” I grunted, and knowing that being maudlin would get me nowhere, I changed the subject. “You’re sure Coullson is going to be there tonight?”
Forrest snorted. “You bet your ass he is.”
“Good.” I flexed my hands in front of me. “It’s time we started putting pressure on him.”
“Can do.”
His cell buzzed, and as he read the message, I asked, “Problem?” We were putting out fires left, right, and center—it was just one of those days.
“Aidan’s been seen heading into the St. Barnabus Community Center.”
My brow puckered. “Not St. Patrick’s?”
“No.”
“Why? It’s your job to keep tabs on him,” I grumbled the reminder, elbowing him in the side to let him know I wasn’t giving him any shit, just yanking his chain.
Forrest heaved a sigh at my messing, and muttered, “I’d explain if you gave me the chance. I’ve got a guy on Aidan, and then Donny, well, he’s been reporting to Finn already so I figured he could keep us in the loop too.”
“Finn’s been asking after big bro as well?” Donny was on Aidan’s crew, not Finn’s.
“Don’t know why you’re surprised. Aidan spends a good three nights a week around Finn and Aoife’s place.”
I arched a brow. “I didn’t know that.”
“No, well, I only tell you the really interesting shit.”
“And why is St. Barnabus’s Community Center interesting?”
Forrest smirked at me. “Because of what’s going on inside it.”
“Drumroll, please,” I mocked. “Don’t keep me in suspense, dipshit.”
“It’s one of those NA meetings but for any and all addicts.”
“He’s going to support group meetings?” I blurted out.
“Well, don’t get excited. This is only the third time he’s gone, as far as we know because he can be a slippery cunt, but according to Findleigh, he ain’t said jack each time he’s been.”
My nose crinkled. “Ain’t that the point of them?”
“Well, yeah, that’s the point, but let’s face it, he’s gotta build up the courage to actually admit to it. Aidan’s not exactly been raised thinking he’s infallible, has he?”
“I don’t know. Da was harder on him than the rest of us, and he wasn’t exactly easy on us,” I grumbled.
