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Naria nodded.
“Who was this person?” Sage demanded. “Was it Chad?”
“I don’t know!” Naria screamed. “I don’t fucking know! I don’t think so, because that cop is chickenshit. He nearly pissed his pants when he first met Padraig. Like Cam, here, they both talk a big talk but t-they ain’t gonna get their hands dirty with shit like murder.”
“What about Cash? Where is he?”
“I don’t fucking know. He’s gone. He freaked out after dropping off Rosemary. Not sure if it was all the coke in his system or what but he was out of his mind. Said he couldn’t do that kind of shit no more. You know, beating up bitches. I never saw him again after that night.”
“And what about the fire in Longford two nights ago?” Sonny growled. “Did you overhear anything about that?”
Naria nodded. “I got a text from Axel telling me that I was his alibi if anyone should come askin’ around. That’s all I know, I s-swear.”
“Sonny.” Gage stepped forward before anyone else could speak. “Keep getting whatever you can out of these two. Meantime, we’re gonna see what Xander can get from Raven’s and Axel’s phones. Maybe they’ll have something in there that will lead to Rosemary’s murderer.”
“What about the cop?” Sage asked.
“We’re ain’t gonna touch that. We leave him alone.”
Sonny nodded and turned his attention to his captives.
Gage headed for the door with Avery in tow.
Sage turned to Dante, and he took hold of her arm.
“Come on, we need to rest. We’ll meet at the clubhouse in the morning,” he insisted.
“Wait, maybe there are more—”
“No. We’re done here for the night.”
Sage was about to yank her arm back but then she saw the sheer exhaustion on Dante’s face, and she didn’t put up a fight. Fatigue was also weighing heavily on her, and she was about ready to drop.
Dante was right, even though she didn’t want to admit it. She needed sleep so she could be sharp tomorrow.
Her gut told her that those phones were going to yield something useful about Rosemary.
It also told her that she probably wasn’t going to like the answers.
21
DANTE
Sage was surprisingly quiet and offered up little fight when he told her they needed to rest.
Holding on to her arm, he steered her back towards his cottage.
Would she want to spend the night in his bed or maybe now that they’d scratched their itch, would she prefer the couch? Dante knew what he wanted but no way was he going to speak first. The choice was hers.
When they finally made it back, Dante let go of Sage and headed for the kitchen, and his best bottle of whiskey. Being down in the bunker tonight had frayed his nerves.
As if sensing his unease, Sage rummaged through the kitchen cabinets and pulled out two glasses, setting them on the counter in front of him. Dante poured a good two ounces of whiskey in each glass and picked his up.
Sage did the same and without a word, threw back her drink in one go.
“I can take the couch if you want the bed,” Dante offered and took a long sip of his drink, enjoying the heat as it warmed him from the inside.
“Do you want to sleep on the couch?”
