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“He’s never lied to me before. He’s my twin, but I feel like I don’t even know him anymore.”
She bursts into tears, but quickly sniffs them back as my brave Hannah won’t let anyone see her cry.
“Punky, what does this mean?” She brushes over the cross tattoo on my wrist.
I’d forgotten this marks my skin because I had forgotten who I was. “Why, wee one?”
“Because Ethan has one. Right where you do.”
The blood drains from my face because this mark—it’s the mark of death, and sooner or later, Ethan will be me.
Sean’s plan is to take over Dublin and Belfast, knowing his past efforts have failed because he was too exposed and he relied on others. But this plan will work because he’s had years to perfect it. Rome wasn’t built in a day…
I know what this means, and my stomach turns at the thought. There is only one person who can help me, the last person I ever want to ask for help. But I need an inside man, and that man is Brody Doyle. He is clueless to Sean’s plan. He has no idea he’s still alive.
He’ll work with me because we both need the other to get what we want. And when I do…I will finally finish what I started ten years ago.
But first things first, I need to get the fuck out of here.
“Thank you for never givin’ up on me.”
“We never did,” she says, not wanting credit.
Clearing my throat, I need to ask the inevitable. “How’s Cian? Rory? Babydoll?”
When Hannah tongues her cheek, I know she’s hiding something. She was never a good liar. “They’re grand. Ya can find out for yerself when ye get out.”
“How do ya propose I do that? In case y’ve forgotten where I am.” I gesture around the room.
“Darcy wants to help.”
“Duffy?” I ask, pulling a face.
“Aye. She’s a lawyer now. A fancy one too.”
“Who would have thought it.”
How things have changed. The world continued to turn with or without me. I was the one switched off to change.
“She’s gone over yer case. She thinks she can get ye out. Something to do with Chief Constable Moore being a dirty pig.”
My mouth drops open. “Yer jokin’ me?”
“Maybe if ye read my letters, ye’d know this already.”
“Aye, yer right.”
“I’ll organize for Darcy to come see ya then.”
I can’t believe my wee sister has done this for me. “I don’t deserve this, Hannah. I’m sorry I left ya. There was a reason, I promise ya.”
She nods, but her hurt is still clear.
“I cannot believe how grown y’are.”
“I cannot believe howoldy’are,” she teases, laughing when I’m left with a mouth full of nothing.
But she’s right. I’ve wasted so much time.
