“How long is it looking like you’ll be there?”
“You know them. Aside from the initial briefing, they’ve been keeping me in the dark.”
“Perish won’t tell you?”
“As far as I can tell, he’s been kept in the dark too.”
“Why?”
“I think maybe Fallon is worried he might get a piece of information and charge over there to deal with Cameron by himself.”
“And they’re, what, worried Perish’s massive body might bend Cameron’s knife?”
“I know, right? All I know is they need to make some progress soon. I’ve already lost my job.”
“The job that you haven’t needed for months? Good riddance.”
“And I have a party this weekend. I can’t cancel it.”
“I’m sure they will figure it out by then.”
“Fingers crossed. Because they probably wouldn’t like having to escort me to this one.”
“Why?”
“It’s for Cian.”
“Cian… O’Donovan?” Layna asked after mentally linking the name. “Irish mob Cian O’Donovan?”
“That’s the one.”
“Another guy I wouldn’t mind bouncing on top of…” Layna said, sounding lost in the fantasy for a second. “Is the club having issues with Cian? I thought we were kind of neutral on them.”
“Well, the word is that the Grassis have their guard up about Cian. So now the club is leaning a little more toward the Grassis.”
“Old allies. Access to the ports…”
“Exactly.”
“Why’d you take the job?”
“Well, at first, I didn’t know who it was for. Someone in his organization reached out to me. Then at the first big meeting… there was Cian.”
“And you didn’t want to piss off the mob.”
“Yeah. I mean, it was also an insane amount of money.”
“What kind of party is it?”
“A welcome home party.”
“Is that a nice way of saying ‘fresh out of prison’ party?”
“Yep.”
“Oh boy. Yeah, Fallon is going to hate that. I can’t believe you haven’t told him yet.”
“I was kind of hoping I wouldn’t need to tell Fallon,” I admitted. Then, hearing footsteps on the ladder, I tensed. “Hey, can I call you tomorrow?”
