“Understood.”
He ends the call, and I sit in silence.
The Sullivan reputation is hanging by a thread. Any more cracks, and everything my father fought so hard to build will crumble, all because some coward is using my trust against me.
I get to my feet and start pacing around my office. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears after the call with Harry, and the walls feel like they’re closing in, slowly suffocating me.
The mole is always ahead. Every move we make, they’re already there, laughing while we scramble to put out fires. But at some point, the game must come to an end, and I refuse to let them be the one left standing.
I grab my phone and call Kieran.
“Get Brennan and Cormac to meet at your place. I’m on my way.”
He doesn’t ask questions. He simply grunts before hanging up as I’m halfway out the door.
“You looklike you’re about to kill someone.” Kieran pours me a drink as I walk into his study fifteen minutes later.
Cormac and Brennan are already seated around the old poker table, both frowning as they notice the expression on my face.
“Give me a reason not to.” I take the glass my brother hands me but set it down on the bar, untouched.
Brennan’s jaw is tight. “We heard about Kennedy. That fucker is really pulling out?”
I nod once. “Unless we find the mole and prove it wasn’t us. That’s the third deal in a month that’s gone to shit.”
Cormac looks like smoke could come out of his ears in a second or two. “Someone’s bleeding us dry. And they’re fucking smart about it.”
“That’s what pisses me off the most. This isn’t some rookie mistake. Whoever is behind this knows how we operate.”
Brennan nods. “No outside player could’ve fed the Caldwells that intel. Not unless they had someone watching our every move.”
Kieran stalks out from behind the bar, a bottle of whiskey in hand, and takes a seat at the table. “So, what do we do?”
I pick up my glass and take a sip, setting it down again. “I’ve got Angus looking into some of our guys, but we need to domore. We can’t wait for him to stumble across something. We need to flush this bastard out ourselves.”
Cormac leans forward. “How?”
“It’s time we set the trap.”
“Are you sure it’s the right time?”
“Would you rather wait until our entire operation goes up in flames?”
“I’m just saying, if our guys catch wind that we’re questioning their loyalty…”
I raise my eyebrows. “Care to finish that sentence, brother?”
“We can’t afford for any of them to walk.”
“They won’t.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.”
Brennan leans back in his seat. “We pay them enough to keep their loyalty.”
I shake my head. “Right now, loyalty means shit. So, I think it’s time we set our trap.”
Kieran takes a swig straight from the whiskey bottle. “I agree.”
