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I couldn’t disagree with him. This had the makings of a disaster, the likes of which we’d never seen in the Five Points, written all over it.
Scrubbing a hand over my chin, I murmured, "Let’s see what they do. They’re more—" I heaved a sigh, because this sounded insane to me, never mind Finn. "—fragile, than I thought."
He grunted. "I know what you mean. I didn’t think they’d react like this."
We shared a look and, even though it was pitch black and impossible to see his features without flashing the light right in his face, I knew we were both on the same page.
I had no idea how much time had passed, but the sound of matches being struck had me turning to see what was happening, and I winced when I realized they’d started lighting candles on the altar.
I pushed the jammer for prosperity a few times, hoping to God they fucked with the cameras, which was when Anthony walked up and hovered behind me.
"Tell Sr. that the guards are handled." He worked his jaw. "Might be a shit storm there. They were armed like they were a fucking militia." He shrugged. "I went around the cathedral and I think we got them all."
I blinked. Great. Communicating with Da was down to me. How lucky was I?
"You took them out?" Finn demanded.
He smirked. "Conor gave me a gift too. Said it was better than getting sent down for another aggravated assault charge." His lips curved up like he was proud. "Said your da needed me too much for that to happen."
Conor said that?
Suspiciously, I asked, "What was it?"
He raised a hand and wiggled another of Conor’s goddamn contraptions. This one was a lot smaller than the jammer. "I press this button, and it fucks with people’s ears."
"How didn’t it fuck with yours?"
"He gave me some special ear plugs." He tapped his ear. "Go equipped."
When he thumbed the button, I snatched out and grabbed his wrist. "I don’t need a test run." Then, I frowned. "Did you knock out any of our men?"
"Nah. They’re wearing the ear plugs too."
"How didn’t we hear it?"
Anthony shrugged. "Too far away. I went into the rectory and the offices."
My mouth tightened. "Are the guards dead or passed out?"
"Like they were fucking dead." He grinned, then he looked around and that grin died.
Yeah, it was one of those nights.
"Where are they?"
"Dumped them outside."
"Are they visible from the street?" I demanded, worrying about that whole ‘grunt’ shit seeing as Anthony wasn’t the smartest cookie in the jar.
Figured that Conor would give the bastard a tool to help him out, but wouldn’t think Anthony’d try to give us some ‘show and tell’ so we could see it in action.
"No. I shoved them in a couple dumpsters around the back."
"All of them?"
"They were out like lights."
Jesus. He wasn’t a grunt for nothing.
