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“How did you find out that it was a power grab?”
“We were told six teams were being shipped out. One team per target. But later on, those same names and faces were alive and well and on TV again.”
“You remember them?”
“Of course.”
“Write them down.”
She cut me a look, but whatever she found during her exploration of my features, had her nodding. “You’re working to tear them down still, aren’t you?”
“After what they put me through, bet your ass I am.”
“If you need help, Minerva and I are on board.”
“Doubt Minerva would agree.”
“Maybe not, but the shit we’ve uncovered about the Sparrows is enough to make Satan puke. They deserve to be ripped to shreds.”
It was my turn to study her. “Any intel you can pass my way, I’d appreciate.”
“You’re close?”
I’d always been a lone wolf, so it was hard being a part of a pack. Harder back then, when I’d first met these two women who’d become integral to my life, to accept that I needed help. I didn’t know if it was Cin who’d shown me the way or Conor, but I couldn’t deny I was different than the person Minerva and Ovianar had known.
This was, I gleaned, the chance to extend the hand of friendship.
A mutual enemy often united people…
“Finding my cousin is a part of a bigger deal I’m involved in.”
“What kind of deal?”
I needed to fudge the truth here. “My grandfather on my mother’s side is high up in Interpol. He says that if I find my uncle’s murderer and my cousin, then he’ll set up a division that will work solely on investigating and imprisoning Sparrows.”
“Instead of just dealing with everything on a case-by-case basis?”
“Yes. An entire department dedicated to nothing else but these pieces of shit.”
She bit her lip. “I’m assuming your grandfather doesn’t know that his son was a Sparrow?”
“I think that’s a smart assumption.”
“You never mentioned a grandfather in the police force…”
“I only met him this week.”
Her eyes flared in surprise. “Oh.”
“Yeah. It’s been intense.”
“I-I really didn’t mean any harm, Star. With the girl. I-I knew you struggled after you had that miscarriage, and while you’re not a natural mother, not like Minerva—”
“I’m a natural killer,” I said flatly. “Who better to keep someone safe?”
“Exactly,” she whispered.
Not bothering to be offended, I nodded my understanding as she awkwardly reached out and picked up a pen and paper. She scrawled names down on the sheet, then she started to delve into her files. More information was jotted down and I watched her hit hibernate as she clambered to her feet again, the note in her hand.
