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Eoghan never wanted to talk.
He was the strong and stoic sort. The ‘suffer in silence’ kind of guy.
For his sake, I hoped Inessa was someone he could confide in...
“Okay, I’ll bite. Aoife’s dad—”
“A nobody, right? Conor had to look into her as well.”
“How the fuck do you know all this shit?” I shook my head. “I guessed he would, so I’m not pissed about that... still, he ain’t that fucking good because he doesn’t know this.”Until now.I leaned forward and murmured, “Her mom had an affair and Aoife was the end result.”
Tension hit Eoghan, a stillness overtaking him that spoke clearly of how interested he was. “Who’s her father?”
“I shouldn’t be saying dick, but the idiot has painted a target on his forehead with the Sparrows and that could blow back on us.
“Still, you can’t tell your da.” I said that more for Kid and his recording devices.
“Your da too,” he pointed out, but his head swiped to the side. “I won’t tell anyone. No need to.” He mouthed, "Who's her father?"
Irony of ironies, the State of the Union flashed onto the screen, President Davidson appearing front and center.
This time, the bullshit he was spouting went on in front of Congress as well as the rest of the world. SOTU was early this year because of the New World Sparrows.
Slowly, I made a gesture at the TV. Eoghan frowned. I jabbed a finger toward it.
His brows rose then lowered but I saw understanding gleam in his eyes. Of course, that was drowned out by complete and utter shock a second later.
“Jesus H. Christ.”
His mouth worked, and I had the honor of seeing Eoghan, for the first time ever, look stunned. Even when his da had forced him down the goddamn aisle, he hadn’t looked this shell-shocked.
“At least he isn’t Hewett?” he muttered softly.
“I guess,” was my wry retort, trying not to think about the bugs. “Although we’d have better tax breaks if he were.”
His nose crinkled. “True.”
“I shouldn’t tell you. Just telling you feels like a fucking betrayal but...”
The president had a juicy secret he needed to hide, all while trying to take down the New World Sparrows… It didn’t take a genius or a Quantico analyst to tell me that it wouldn’t end well.
That had been gnawing at me since Christmas.
“But?”
“But the fact that Aoife is Davidson’s puts her in a set of crosshairs that I can’t get her out of.” As he nodded his understanding, I prodded, “Your turn now. What’s your secret?”
“Not as impressive as yours.”
“No BS. Hit me with it.”
“Not that it is your secret, of course,” he carried on, ignoring me. “It’s Aoife’s.”
I flipped him the bird.
He just smirked, but slowly, it died. "She needs extra guards."
“No. Got an extra two on her that she knows about."
