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Eagle Eyes: I got my mission. On the day of the battle.
Lodestar: No way!
Eagle Eyes: Yup. Didn’t know it’d be so fucking whacked but I managed.
Lodestar: Good job. Why would the battle have been to cover up your mission?
Eagle Eyes: Here’s where you’ll think I’m crazy. Don’t blame you because this is all conjecture and shit I’ve picked up over the years, but I think they were the only ones who knew about the Russian connection.
Eagle Eyes: The names of the oligarchs, I mean.
Lodestar: What makes you think the US would go to that extent to shield some Russians?
Eagle Eyes: You can still ask that after everything that’s come out with the Sparrows?
Lodestar: Fuck.
Lodestar: Double fuck.
Eagle Eyes: Yeah, that sums it up. Anyway, if I think of the names, I’ll let you know. You sure you still want me to hang out with Temper?
Lodestar: Definitely. Stick close.
Eagle Eyes: Will do.
Lodestar: Do me a solid and get in touch with Maverick? I’ll forward you his details in a sec. He’s been trying to get in touch with you about this.
Eagle Eyes: Sure thing. Nothing to tell him, mind.
Lodestar: Tell him what you told me. It’ll stop him from thinking he’s going nuts.
Eagle Eyes: Got it.
64
CONOR
“Come in, Paddy!” I yelled as the door opened once I unlocked it on the app on my phone.
Returning my attention to the milkshake I was making Kat, I watched with a smile as she played on the floor with Ren and Stimpy.
I liked my diamanté cat statue but only the real deal made her laugh so that made them worth the ten pairs of socks they’d destroyed, my Star Trek couch they’d shredded to fuck, and the weird stench of cat litter that permeated the guest bath.
I guessed that was how I knew how much love I had for my kid—the destruction was worth the giggles.
As I spooned too many scoops of ice cream into the blender, Paddy walked in, looking like a disheveled and plumper version of my da.
I was gradually getting accustomed to how disconcerting that was. I didn’t remember that being a thing when he was younger, or maybe it was just me implanting that imagery over him.
Either way, I waved a hand at the blender. “Want a milkshake?”
He scratched his chin. “I’d prefer a beer.”
I tipped my head at Kat. “Nope.”
Though he heaved a sigh, he nodded. “What flavors you got?”
“I ain’t a freakin’ ice cream parlor, Paddy. I have vanilla, vanilla, and vanilla.”
