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Conor:So, it was MI6-related?

Eoghan:All my problems are either O’Donnelly or MI6-related.

Conor:That doesn’t narrow things down for me.

Eoghan:Boohoo, buttercup.

Conor:Fuck off.

Eoghan:YOU messaged ME.

Conor:I just wondered what you might have known about them, that’s all.

**An hour later**

Eoghan:Ran a search on the thread with my handler.

Conor:It shouldn’t be cool that you have a handler.

Eoghan:I can confirm it ISN’T cool.

Conor:I know that. But the lifelong James Bond fan in me doesn’t agree.

Conor:I also know that if I was looking at you right now, you’d be frowning at me.

Eoghan:You’d be right.

Conor:It’s hard being me.

Eoghan:Harder being your brother.

Conor:Yeah, yeah, yeah. What did the handler say?

Eoghan:He told me there were links between the Pauks (I assume you know they’re Russian hacktivists) and the United Brotherhood. I figured The United Brotherhood funded them.

Conor:Shame you don’t have more info than that.

Eoghan:You know me, Kid. I live to be your font of information.

Conor:Jesus Christ, Eoghan. Go for a run or something. You need the dopamine.

Eoghan:I already ran fifteen miles.

Conor:Go and have sex then. The oxytocin will do you a world of good.

Eoghan:Was I right?

Conor:About the Brotherhood funding the Pauks? Yeah.

Eoghan:Hmm. Did you think they approached me to be a member?

Conor:No. I just wondered how you knew about them. Anyway, say hi to Inessa for me.

Eoghan:Will do. Keep in touch or I’ll get on a flight to Dubrovnik.

Conor:Family reunion. Baltic-style.

Eoghan:Uh-huh. Stay alive, deartháir.

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