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He whistles. “This is a beaut. What’d it set you back?”
“A grand, but I’ve had it for years.” And killed quite a few people with it.
Mark proceeds to show me some of his 3D printed polymer ghost guns he’s not willing to sell, and then tempts me with a gorgeous nine-gauge shotgun. If Kieran’s pilot sees me get on the plane with a fucking shotgun, he’ll crash the plane on purpose.
I buy the two basic ghost guns and tell him I’ll think about the shotgun.
Back in the city limits, I head out to meet the loan shark Cormac used to finance his drug habit until they stopped fronting him cash.
After negotiating twenty-five cents on the dollar for each of Cormac’s loans—anything more and he was eating bullets—I get the scumbag’s wire info.
After I wrap that up, I track down Cormac’s drug supplier, who is not as cooperative, but finds the time to brag about selling to kids. When I see his pregnant wife sporting a black eye, I put a bullet in his head.
A call to Balor, who hands me off to Shane, erases all traces of me from nearby cameras.
Back at the villa, I put the bloodied suit in a plastic bag and bury it in a suitcase. I’ll have it dry cleaned in New York by a guy we trust to get grisly stains out of our clothes.
Wearing nothing but gray sweatpants, I sit in the office and process the payment to the loan shark, sending copies of my day’s activities to the family group chat.
Riordan: Have you met with Lazaro Scava yet?
Me: No. Wondering if I should skip the underboss and go right to his brother, Nico.
Riordan: I would be furious if someone blew me off.
Me: You don’t put hits on innocent people. I worry this guy Lazaro is touched.
Lachlan: What’s wrong with being touched?
Here we go…
Me: I’m doing my own recon here with these people. I’m fucking alone.
Balor: Recon? You? So you don’t need me?
Rolling my eyes, I grind out…
Me: Get off my back. Any one of you can get your ass here to do it. How the fuck did this end up being my problem?
Nothing comes through for a minute and then Balor drops this bomb…
Balor: You’re the only one without a kid or a kid on the way. And I'm, well, irreplaceable.
That sets me back. Am I fucking expendable?
Me: I’m working on that.
Kieran: What?
Me: Signing off.
A knock at the door stills me and with so much going on, I didn’t realize it’s after 1 p.m. That must be Jillian. My dick stiffens instantly.
I yank open the door and practically lunge for her.
“Wait. Stop!” She steps back. “Friday was…”
Don’t say a mistake.
