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Thirteen
Finn
“How much ofan in do you have with Jen?”
I frowned at the question as Sam, my driver, pulled up outside Declan’s warehouse. “Aidan, what do you think? No one has an in with Jen. She’s about as prickly as a fucking cactus.”
Until I’d met Savannah, I thought Aoife was the only person in the city to like her best friend.
Jen was definitelynotto everyone’s tastes.
“Well, I know that already, but Savannah came back home sobbing again.”
“She cries a lot, doesn’t she?”
“Fuck off,” Aidan grumbled. “She doesn’t cry a lot. You saw her after she was attacked. She didn’t shed a single tear.”
I had to concede that. Armed with a mop and a coffee table book, Savannah had defended herself from a home invader then, after she passed out because of a nasty fall, and had awoken surrounded by a bunch of mobsters, hadn’t even begged for her life.
Not a single time.
He was right—that took guts.
“What happened between them?” I asked. “Why did they fall out? Aoife won’t tell me shit.”
“Surprised you let her keep things from you.”
I snorted. “You’ve been with Savannah for about thirty seconds, so I’ll forgive you for uttering bullshit like that.”
He huffed. “It’s crazy.”
“What is?”
“The reason they fell out.”
“Spill it.”
“It’s crazy,” he repeated, but before I could grouse about him trying to up the suspense, he said, “But I had it confirmed. She wasn’t lying.”
“Who wasn’t lying? Savannah?” I asked disinterestedly as I scanned the warehouse’s yard.
Even dusted with snow, this place looked beyond industrial, and that wasn’t a compliment. This wouldn’t be featured in a magazine spread, that was for sure. It was grim. Grim as hell.
Sometimes, I pitied Declan and Brennan. They came face to face with the grittier side of the Five Points on a daily basis. That was a side I was glad to have left behind a long time ago.
“No,Jen,” Aidan grumbled. “Keep up.Jenwasn’t lying to me.”
“Keep up? You’re not speaking in full sentences. Say whatever you have to say, for fuck’s sake. I have shit I need to do.”
“Like what?”
“None of your business,” I sniped.
“I confronted Jen about the situation. Had what she told me confirmed.” He heaved a sigh. “She’s Padraig’s daughter, Finn.”
Eyes rounding, I blurted out, “Padraig as in your father’s brother Padraig?”
“Ourfather’s brother,” he corrected, and I winced.
