Page 201 of Filthy Lies


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“This is literally all I know about that day.” Her fingers tightened around the piece of paper. “I understand that you want answers and that you’ll go to any length to get them, but I know nothing else. I’m not hiding anything.

“I have a son now, Star, and you’ve got a daughter—I hope you realize I wouldn’t put him in jeopardy over this.”

I snagged the note from her grasp, shoved it in my pocket, and ignored her entreaty. “How did you get DeLaCroix’s login information over to me?” At her frown, I growled, “The same account sold me an email and password combination, O. Don’t pretend you don’t fucking remember.”

“I slept since then, Lodestar!” she shrieked, panic filtering into her voice. “Give me a second to remember.” Her lashes fluttered as her mind raced, then after a good thirty seconds, she released a heavy breath. “I remember. The email and password combo. I didn’t know it was… Wait, DeLaCroix? That Sparrow who was the chief justice of your SCOTUS?”

“Yes, him. We used the combo to log into an app the NWS use to communicate with one another.”

“Jesus.” Her eyes lit up. “I had no fucking idea it was his.”

“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you? After what you’ve admitted to orchestrating?”

“No, seriously. I knew it was something Sparrow-related. But hell, it could have been to access their account with a grocery store for all I knew. I was just padding out the account so you weren’t suspicious.”

“Where did you get the details from?”

“It was on our mark’s person. Dagda said he had a bunch of notes on the other leaders.”

“Did you put them up for sale too?”

“I did. I sold the docket too. Got a pretty penny for that intel.”

“You know who bought them?”

She shrugged. “Never bothered to look. Why, is it important?”

“I hate loose ends.” I grumbled under my breath, “Hold out your hands.”

Licking her lips, she complied. I notched my knife between her wrists then sliced through the nylon to liberate her.

“I don’t think we can ever be friends,” Ovianar muttered.

“I’ll settle for allies.”

Her expression resolute, she nodded. “Allies.”

45

CONOR

“No fucking way,”I clipped as I read the names on the list.

Justin DeLaCroix.

David Foundry

Sheridan Reinier

Aleksandr Kuznetsov

Bogdan Belyaev

Garry Smythe

“We all know who DeLaCroix is—chief justice and ex-head of the Sparrows. That means this meeting was no bullshit. These really are,were, at the top of the tree.”

Cin nodded. “They’re still doing well for themselves. Foundry’s the US Attorney General now.”

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