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“We’ve collected information on him and how he passed. But as for Irish, your ex-brother, he’s dead, and so is Siobhan’s mother. We have a date of death for them, but both their deaths have been scrubbed. What’s interesting is they died on the same day,” Leila stated.
“Irish and his daughter-in-law passed together?” Slick questioned his mind, trying to work the puzzle out.
“We don’t know. They just died on the same day; whether they were together, I can’t tell you… yet. But we’ll keep digging. Nigel hacked into the police system where they used to live and found nothing.”
“Been scrubbed?” Slick asked, looking shocked.
“No, the files never existed in the first place,” Leila replied grimly.
“What does that mean?” Slick was confused.
“It means that a government agency came in and dealt with their deaths. An agency that we believe links to Siobhan. Whoever she is, she covered their passings and blanked it from records,” Dylan said.
Slick leant forward. “Who the fuck is this woman? CIA?”
“No, Nigel checked their records, and there’s zilch on her there,” Leila replied.
Slick didn’t bat an eyelid at the news Nigel had hacked into the CIA. Nothing Nigel or Leila did would surprise him. “And no government records anywhere? Not even taxes or a driving licence?” he pressed.
Leila shook her head.
“She’d harder to find than Artemis. At least with Artemis, we had an image. We’ve got nothing on Siobhan. Even her classphotos have been scrubbed despite us having her records. This is a deep clean, which, to be honest, I’m jealous of, this is good work,” Leila admitted.
“We’ll keep searching,” Dylan stated.
“Yeah, and I know sooner or later, Leila or Nigel will find something,” Slick said, then nodded to them both.
His mind was whirling. What the hell had Irish’s granddaughter got herself into?
Chapter Five.
Summer.
Pipes roared loudly, and I lifted my head to see a beautiful black Harley Davidson pull up in the car park. Puzzled, I wondered who it was and was surprised when Slick swung off it with a smile. I felt a bit stupid as I realised that, of course, he’d have a motorbike, but him being in a truck yesterday had thrown me off.
He yanked a hamper off the back of his bike and swaggered towards me in a loose stride. He was sex on legs, and the smug look on his face as I stared speechlessly at him made me blush. Slick knew what he was doing and appeared to take joy in my reactions. Stopping just short of me, he winked.
“Lunch is served,” Slick teased and forced a laugh from me.
“I hope that’s not dried up bologna sandwiches,” I retorted, and Slick looked insulted.
“Well, I can prepare a picnic. So, where we eating?”
“We’ll eat in the garden, come,” I answered and led the way to the far end of the greenhouses. There I had a field where I had the hardier plants growing.
Slick whistled as he took in the greenery and colours.
“This reminds me of Ally-kat’s farm. She grows rare flowers and shit,” he said as he opened the gate for me. He carried a blanket over one arm, and when he decided where to sit, he flicked it open and spread it out.
Slick dropped to the ground and held out a hand to help me down. The blush returned in force. Nobody had ever treated me so nicely, and I didn’t know how to handle it.
Shyly, I waited as Slick opened the hamper and began pulling out food. He hadn’t brought sandwiches but subs instead, and they were packed full of meat. There was potato salad, cold chicken and sausages, and a pasta salad. My eyes widened as Slick continued to pull out items, including my favourite crisps, some cheese and crackers with grapes, and some cakes. He yanked out two cans of coke and handed me a plate and cutlery.
“Wow,” I said, staring at the feast, unsure where to start.
“Shit, I never asked. You’re not a vegetarian, right?” Slick suddenly looked uncertain of himself.
“Hell no, I love a good steak as much as anyone. And don’t let me near ribs, although my one weakness is crab legs. I can eat my weight in them and forgo dessert every time,” I replied with a giggle.
