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“I happen to know you’re messing around with a friend of Brinley’s. And I also know you have a deal going with her.”
It’s my turn to still in place, my body rigid.
Ezra’s cold stare bounces between Shane and me.
“Priest told you.”
It’s the only way he could know.
I’ve been too careful keeping Blue away from my life.
Shane nods. “Yeah, and isn’t that all sorts of interesting?”
Ezra’s stare locks on me hard. “Got something you need to share with us?”
I’ll fucking kill Priest for talking.
Ignoring Ezra, I keep my attention on Shane. “What else did Priest tell you?”
“There’s more?” Shane asks, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he takes a few steps back from me. “What else haven’t you been telling us, because handing ten grand to a fucking stripper sounds like something the rest of us would like to know.”
“Ten grand?” Ezra’s voice booms through the room.
“She’s not a stripper, number fucking one. And what’s ten grand to us? You’d blow that on a part for your precious car.”
Ezra moves around Shane and gets in my face, his eyes matching mine.
“What other secrets are you keeping? Now would be a good time to tell us.”
Shoving him away, I round my shoulders when he steps back my direction.
Shane gets in the middle of us.
“You both can stop. I’m not trying to cause a fight by bringing this up. The only reason Priest told me is because he’s concerned you’re making deals for that kind of money. What’s the reason for wanting her under control?”
“That’s for me to know,” I say, wanting the topic off me and back where it should be. “But I think she’s friends with the chick, Brinley, you’re after. She mentioned someone by that name who gives her rides back-and-forth to work.”
Shane runs a hand through his hair and nods.
“It makes sense. That’s where I met up with Brinley originally and sabotaged her car. It’s still sitting at Priest’s shop, so I guess those rides to work stopped.”
I shrug. “Great, so I’ll just ask Blue to introduce me to Brinley. We’ll work this out and get her to talk to you. Problem solved.”
“Blue,” Ezra says under his breath. “You call her Blue?”
I know what he’s getting at, and I won’t let him go there. This is nothing like Emily. “It’s her hair color. Get over it. I’m not really interested in her name.”
Except I know her name.
She told me the first night we talked.
“That won’t work,” Shane answers. “Were you even listening to the meeting? The governor has Brinley convinced that I’m out to hurt her. She’ll never agree to talking to anybody in the group. I’m sure he mentioned all of us. Probably drew her a flow chart or some shit.”
Not the thinker of the group, I grow quiet and wait for someone to make a better suggestion.
That was my mistake because the idea Ezra and Shane come up with is something I don’t want to do.
By the time they’re done working out the details, Shane glances up at me.
