Shit.
Rory rubs at the back of his neck. “I believe he manages an…organizationof some sort.”
Hunter drags a hand down his face, and I mentally do the same. It’s one thing after another right now.
What I wouldn’t give for a break…
“Patrick O’Connell. He runs the IRA, right? Why does he needa compound-grade system for his house?”
“Because it’s a compound,” Hunter answers in a dead tone.
Savannah eyes the three of us. “Do you provide services to criminals?”
“Maybe…” Rory answers with a shrug and a frown. He clears his throat and sits up taller, the insecurity gone from his frame.
This isn’t something we discussed together as a group—Savannah finding out about ourotherclientele. I knew it was inevitable. She’s smart. I knew she’d find it at some point. I’m afraid, and by the looks on Hunter’s and Rory’s faces, they aren’t either.
Savannah’s mouth opens and closes a few times. “Is there a reason you haven’t told me about this? You three wouldn’t stop digging until you found my secrets. I expect the same transparency in return.”
Irritation flickers across Hunter’s face. “But like you said. We had to go searching for them. You didn’t exactly offer them up freely.”
Savannah waves off his argument. “Semantics.” She looks back at her screen. “It would’ve been nice to know that I’m not the only criminal here.”
“Did we make you feel less than because of the choices you’ve made?” Rory drops his head to an angle, expressing concern.
Savannah chews on her lower lip, thinking over Hunter’s questions. “No,” she finally answers.
“Good,” Hunter concludes, then shifts the topic. “Well, we need to go through Shawn’s laptop and find out who hefreelancedour system out to.”
“The FBI will want to claim it as evidence,” Rory points out.
Hunter curses. “You’re right. Let’s hurry up and dig through it now and delete any information we don’t want the FBI to have.”
“I’ll get on it,” I reply and square my shoulders, readying for the task.
Rory’s lips thin. “Gabriel’s going to want to meet when we tell him.”
Hunter leans back in his chair and drops his head to rest along the top of the seat. “Yeah, I know.”
“I want to come,” Savannah claims.
“Absolutely not,” I bark.
Just the thought of her in the same room as someone like Gabriel Castillo has everything in my gaze turning various shades of red.
Her brows pull down, and her lips flatten. “Why not?”
“Too dangerous.” I shake my head.
Savannah holds her shoulders tight. “I’m more than capable of handling myself. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m quite handy with a knife.”
I push my chair away from the table and stand. My feet carry me away as I begin to pace. “I’m well aware, but you shouldn’t have to use that skill just because you want to tag along with us to a meeting with a gang leader.”
Savannah rises and moves to block my path. “Is this because I’m a woman? Am I about to get a lecture on how I should learn how to embroider and cook a grand dinner?”
Her line of thinking is way off base, but I understand where she’s coming from.
“That’s not it at all,” I reply.
