I need to get a fucking grip on myself before I drive away the one person who actually gives a shit about who I am as a person rather than just my name or my status.
Not wanting to head upstairs and climb into a cold and empty bed, because I have no illusions about Ciara sharing a bed with me tonight, I fire up my computer and continue doing damage control.
I check my inbox and find that Connell has sent me the security footage from the warehouse cameras down by the docks, as well as some stills.
The footage is grainy, and with all the men dressed in black, it’s hard to identify specific faces.
Part of me wonders whether the mole would have shown up among Declan’s entourage, but until the casualties are confirmed, it’s just another dead end.
I pull out my phone and send a message to my brothers, hoping that they have some answers.
Have we got a final headcount on casualties?
Cormac
Sean confirmed that we lost four and Declan lost twelve.
Kieran
Who did we lose?
Cormac
Kyle, Frank, Desmond, and Zeke.
Relief washes through me.
All four of those guys came with us to ambush Declan, which makes it highly unlikely they’re the mole. But I’ll still have Brennan look into them just in case.
At this stage, I can’t be too careful.
Kieran
FUCK. I liked Zeke.
Brennan
Petition to put that on his headstone?
Me
Have some compassion, if it weren’t for these men, we’d likely be burying your sorry ass, Brennan.
Kieran
Petition to be in charge of Brennan’s headstone.
Brennan
Hell fucking no.
Kieran
You’re dead, you don’t have a choice.
Brennan
I’m not dead yet, you asshole.
