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“Yes. The White House chief of staff.”
Rachel’s exhalation was audible. “You didn’t hear this from me.”
“Of course,” Star complied easily.
“Foundry negotiated the purchase of a…” She cleared her throat. “…brothel in Las Vegas.”
“A brothel?” My brow furrowed. “Why would the attorney general involve himself in a business like that?”
“Because it’s a special kind of brothel. One of my clients used it for a blackmail source.”
Star and I glanced at one another. “Don’t suppose you’ll give us the particulars?” she wheedled.
“No, but I can tell you which company he used to transfer ownership over to him.” Another loud exhalation. “I suppose that I should have known.”
“What’s the name, Rachel?”
“The Bird’s Nest LLC.”
I choked out a laugh. “Original. They take this 'Sparrows' shit too seriously.”
“The clientele is high brow and nearly all politicians. I suppose that’s handy when the chief of staff is a friend.”
Star’s mouth tightened. “Thank you for the information, Rachel.”
“You’re welcome.” She hesitated. “I’m glad you’re back, Lodestar. You might be a treacherous pain in the ass, but I wouldn’t want you on anyone’s side but my own.”
When she cut the call without another word, I drawled, “You make friends wherever you go, don’t you?”
She shoved me in the side. “Hush.”
Grinning, I snatched her hand and kissed her fingertips. “So, the White House has its own internal source of influence… Interesting that Davidson isn’t a Sparrow but Smythe is, don’t you think?”
“Depends. You know how the Capitol works. It’s ‘you suck my dick, I’ll lick your ass.’”
“Think most of the fuckers up there would prefer not to believe they had homosexual tendencies.”
“Jackasses,” she agreed, her gaze distant. “What’s their endgame?”
“World domination,” I said lightly.
“Joking aside, we need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“Agreed.”
Her mouth turned taut. “Can one of the guards drive Katina back home tonight?”
“Of course.” With her fingers still knotted with mine, I squeezed them gently, pulsing them twice in reassurance. “We can end them this week.”
“We will end them this week,” she rumbled, her gaze dark as it locked on mine before it darted away.
As she frowned, I twisted and saw that Aoife had stumbled into the room, her features blanched. “Aoife? What is it? What’s wrong?”
She staggered over to the couch and passed her cell to me.
Concerned, I flicked a look between it and her then read the text conversation.
“Need to meet,” Star repeated, her confusion clear. “From…?”
