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With every passing second, the lines on his forehead deepen.
“Lorcan?” Poppy asks, gripping his forearm tighter. “What’s wrong?”
He lets out a long hiss, a vicious curse tangled up in there somewhere. “Appreciate the info,” he grunts down the line before hanging up.
Hot, heavy tension swirls around the table, thick enough to make me instinctively reach for the Glock tucked into my waistband. Nostrils flaring, he taps the cell against his chin, once, twice, three times. Then he hurls it like a football at the wall behind me with enough force to make Poppy yelp in surprise.
I let out a low whistle. “Hit me with it, boss.”
He pins me with an ice-cold glare. “That was the mortician,” he says, frost covering every word that leaves his lips. “Calling about that body you dumped off at his office last night.”
A slow, syrup-like unease trickles down the collar of my shirt. Jaw locked, I wait for him to finish his sentence even though I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming.
“It was Danny English.”
