More silence.
Painful, lung-crushing silence.
“Look, I know what it looks like-
“No diamond. No railroad.” Pinching her nose, Mae can’t bear to look at me any longer, “You fucked the mission.”
“It sounds bad right now-
“And you still had time to fuck the Dragon’s daughter.”
I glare at the screen, “Fuck you too, Mae. You have no idea the conditions I was under.”
“What condition? The one where you shoved your cock down her throat?”
Horace lets out a gasp, “You got a blowjob before the job was done?!”
“He sure did.” Jasper pipes up, ever the instigator, “Sounded like a good one, too.”
“Why was I not included in that conversation?”
“Because we knew you would be more excited to hear the dirty details instead of the real problem.” Mae sighs, reaching up to rub the scowl line free, “Christopher fucked the mission.”
Shame sinks heavily on my shoulders.
“Look, I know I messed up but I can fix this.”
“How?”
I swallow, feeling the same question rattling around my skull, “I… I don’t know.Yet.”
“Does this mean you can come home?” Elation lights up Horace’s ruddy cheeks, his lips splitting into a wide smile, “If you hop on the next plane, we can all hit the burnout this weekend. The races haven’t been the same without you, mate.”
“I can’t leave yet. There are some things I need to see through.”
The smile drops from Horace’s face and it takes my fucking heartwith it.
“But why-
“He’s going to hit the Seaborn Mansion.” Cutting him off, Jasper finally joins the conversation, “The Sea Witch has been called out of town for business.”
I frown, “When did this happen?”
“Just last weekend.” He hits a few keys and a notification pops up in our chat box, “I pulled the airport security footage to confirm. A private jet will be waiting for her to return at the end of the month. Tickets are registered under her name and everything.”
“That’s the house on the oceanfront?”
He nods, “It was supposed to be the last house you hit because the railroad doesn’t come close to it. You’ll have to enter and exit by land, and you’ll need a crew of at least three to help set up the pulleys for the exterior.”
Jasper pauses, his dark eyes finding mine, “But now that there’s no railroad…”
“It’s the next best thing.” Grabbing the folder from my nightstand, I quickly flip through, “How much time do you need to make a digital model of the interior?”
“Once I have the blueprints, only a few hours.”
Finding the Seaborn file, I lay it flat on the bed. The Sea Witch stares at me from a mug shot, the amusement in her eyes a harsh contrast to the words written across the warrant.
“Arrested for attempted manslaughter and unlawful interrogation techniques, Ursela Seaborn returned to Wolf Hollow after posting bail.” Unease grows in my gut as I stare at the dolled-up woman, “Who posted her bail?”
