Page 39 of Filthy Feck


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Star:Spill.

Conor:Only if you spill in return…

Star:Deal. When, why, what, and how?

Conor:I leveraged some information about four months or so before you came along and headbutted through my firewalls.

Star:Half the story much? And I didn’t headbutt anything. I slipped inside like a ninja.

Conor:You left a mile-wide gash behind you. Nothing about your entry or exit was discreet.

Star:Filthy.Lies.

Conor:Filthy.Truth.

Conor:Anyway, I thought you wanted to talk about crusty old white guys.

Star:I did, but now I’m curious. Back to the topic at hand. What information did you leverage?

Conor:The Sparrows were on the periphery of my attention for a while, I think. I’m pretty certain this guy was shafted by them. He proclaimed his innocence and I managed to come across the CCTV footage that confirmed his alibi.

Star:That was handy.

Conor::P

Star:Don’t show me your tongue. Waggle it so I understand. Did you make a deep fake?

Conor:Sort of.

Star:I didn’t know you had those types of skills.

Conor:There’s plenty you don’t know about me lol.

Star:I’m not sure I like that.

Conor:HA! It’s not as if you’re an open book.

Star:True. Was it falsified or not?

Conor:The dates were. I knew he was innocent though.

Star:How?

Conor:Because Da had killed the guy this Triad allegedly had.

Star:Lol! That would do it.

Conor:Right? Anyway, the Triads aren’t like the Russians and the Italians. They stick to their own and they listen to China way more than even the Russians listen to Moscow. I figured it’d be a good thing to have them in my back pocket.

Star:It worked.

Conor:Not really. They gave me the shares instead lol.

Conor:Smart bastards.

Star:How many shares do you own?

Conor:Thirty-five percent.

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