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Twenty-Nine
Aoife
“Where’s Finn?”
I stopped whisking my brownie batter, the one thatWe Cream For Ice Screamwas raving about and which had triggered a wave of interest in my bakery, and turned to Jen.
As I rubbed my side where that goddamn ache had started up again, I asked, “Why?”
“I want to talk to you about something. I don’t need him listening in.”
I blinked at her, feeling dazed. The day had been a long one. Deep inside, there was an ache that wouldn’t go, and today, having received a voicemail from Lena telling me that I could send it to the cops like it was a confession, I’d heard the details of my mom’s death.
On Lena’s end, it was an accident.
I believed that.
But that didn’t make the betrayal go away.
That didn’t mean my family wasn’t involved in a political conspiracy that was what nightmares were made of.
Woodenly, I told Jen, “Finn had to go out. No one else’s here.”
It was the first time he had since we’d gone to the warehouse together.
It was always interesting when he worked from home. I learned a lot of shit about the business that I really shouldn’t have been listening in on.
Today’s conversation with Aidan had been about ghost guns and the arrival of a shipment in the city. That was why he’d had to go out.
I didn’t think Finn often got his hands dirty with stuff like this but Aidan had asked him to come with, and Finn had complied.
It had to be pretty important, though, if he’d left the apartment.
I got the feeling that he thought if he left, I’d get the locks changed and he wouldn’t be able to get back in.
The thought had me blinking at Jen when I realized she was talking to me while I wasn’t listening.
But three words resonated.
“You killed someone?” I gulped. “Jen, you killed someone?” She winced. And I didn’t even care that I was repeating myself for the third time. “You killed someone?”
“Honey,” she said carefully, “you’re married to a Five Pointer. You’re an Irish Mob wife. You’re seriously giving me shade for killing that creep, Vlad?”
It wasn’t like she was wrong. Especially not when I knew where Finn was spending his goddamn afternoon.
“Well, no, I’m not giving you shade, but…” I dropped the whisk which splattered onto the counter, making one hell of a mess, then staggered back to sit at the kitchen table.
The ache in my side morphed from a nagging, dull pain into a sharp one. Like something was clawing at me.
“Do you need some water?”
Her words broke into my thoughts. “No. I just—” My brow furrowed. “Why did you kill him?”
Jen had killed someone. Jen had actually killed someone.
I wasn’t sure if that came as a shock or not.
The way she led her life meant that she put herself in a lot of danger. I guessed I’d known, at some point, that would lead to consequences.
