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"The inference being that there’s more to his death than your father thought?"
"I think so." I rubbed my chin. "All we know is that an Albanian shot him." I shook my head. "That, and how he killed Jurkavic in retaliation, is all he’ll tell us."
"True. But why would he lie?" His brow puckered. "Are you just looking for conspiracies where there aren’t any?"
"No, she is. I’m telling you, though, she wouldn’t waste her time if she didn’t think there was something to the story."
He kicked up his leg and let his ankle come rest on the opposite knee. Settling back in the seat, he murmured, "Exactly how hot is she?"
I snorted. "I’m not just thinking with my dick."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Anyway, Jemima made sure my balls were drained for a good two weeks."
Finn snickered. "Jemima—the human Dyson."
"Exactly." I wasn’t about to tell him that I’d called mysometimesgirlfriend over for a quickie because I’d met with Savannah Daniels.
"Why do you think it matters to her?"
"I asked her."
"You’ve met with her?" he sputtered.
"This morning," I confirmed. "She says she wants to write Da’s biography, and thought this would be a way of getting in his good books."
Finn coughed out a laugh. "Are you shitting me?"
"No. I wish I was."
"She’d have been better off just approaching him with a biography in mind."
I grimaced. "Trust me, I know. I told her that."
His eyes widened. "She really wants to write his biography?" he muttered to himself. "Who the fuck would read that?"
"No one?" I retorted dryly. "It couldn’t be published until we were all in our graves."
"True. What the fuck? Does she have daddy issues or something? Have a crush on him?"
"Something happened to her when she was a kid. The mafia has fascinated her ever since. At least, as far as I’ve managed to uncover."
Finn narrowed his eyes at me. "Sounds as if you’d like to uncover a whole hell of a lot more than that."
"Yeah," I agreed simply. "The truth."
"About Paddy? Why? Why dig up the past? She was doing it to get access to your da, but now that’s out of the window, what’s the point?"
I growled. "Why aren’t you listening to me? Because she wouldn’t waste her time if there wasn’t something to uncover. Doesn’t that make you question shit? Make you wonder what the fuck happened that day?"
He blinked. "We were, what? Sixteen?"
I nodded. "Paddy helped us. He deserved more than to die that way."
Finn pursed his lips. "I don’t disagree, Aidan, but I don’t see how raking up the past is going to help."
"I’ve never felt right about him going the way he did." I shook my head, then I told him something I hadn’t told anyone. "He called me. The night he was shot. I was with Harriet Crossley."
