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“I don’t know what you mean by that.”
Irina and I join them in the nearly dark family room with its high ceiling, dark wood beams, a wall of bookshelves, and a decorative fireplace. This house has a very specific flair. Not so fussy that I feel smothered, but I’d never want to hang out here.
“I don’t drink before five in the afternoon,” Ruin explains.
Fiona forces her eyes open and blinks a lot before focusing on him. “Why?”
“I need to stay sharp.”
Fiona nods. “For motorcycle stuff?”
“Yes.”
“I live in McMurdo Valley now. Should I vote for you for mayor next time? What are your policies?”
Ruin chuckles at her interrogation before dropping into a gray chair. Armor refuses to sit. He’s got his back up. I think the closed shades are throwing him off. My VP’s poor upbringing left him with hangups.
As I sit on the couch and tug Irina into my lap, I don’t mind the dark room.
“Are you here about my dead brother?” Fiona asks Ruin before closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead.
“What makes you think he’s dead?”
“He threatened Ashley that one day.”
“And you think she killed him?”
“No, I think beautiful women can convince men to do violent things.”
Ruin glances at Armor like he hadn’t considered throwing Ashley under the bus. The bitch is plotting with her sister currently shacked up with one of Halvorson’s sons. The women see themselves as masterminds, but I can’t imagine either of them pulling any slick moves.
“Do you think Ashley is beautiful?” Fiona asks Ruin.
“She’s alright, but my woman makes her look like a Hooters waitress.”
“I don’t know what that last part means.”
“Doesn’t matter. But if I had to guess about your brother, I’d bet he’s rutting with a woman,” Ruin announces. “Maybe this chick is someone his father wouldn’t approve of.”
“You mean a woman lacking the exemplary class of Ashley and my mother?” Fiona asks, tugging the blanket around her little body.
Ruin grins. “You’re feisty today.”
“I recently woke up from my morning nap.”
“Maybe I should start taking a nap,” Ruin tells Armor who refuses to react.
I nod at Ruin, offering the feedback he seeks. Irina is oblivious to them. Her loving gaze studies me. She hides none of her excitement over our visit.
Fiona forces her eyes back open and looks at Ruin. “I heard your club chops people into chunks and then arranges those parts into piles. Like a design with human remains. Is that a real thing?”
When Irina’s eyes widen, I shrug like it’s no big deal.
“Where did you hear that?” Ruin asks, adjusting in his chair to try to intimidate Fiona.
Unfortunately for my president, the tiny woman’s already closed her eyes and remains completely oblivious to his domination tactics.
“I can’t divulge my sources,” Fiona says, smiling.
