11:43 PM
After the bright light threatens to blind me, my eyes adjust, and a few notifications stack up on the screen.
Texts from mom that I’ll deal with in the morning.
Maybe.
More calls from Kelly and Antoine,just checking on me.
And buried between all of them, a text from Cormac.
Hi Bunny.
Miss you already.
Hey that name you were looking for is Aidan Foley. He’s a regular at Mingle, so you probably crossed paths a few times.
Aidan Foley.
The name only makes that suspicion in my stomach grow.
Why is it so familiar?
If I go search for that name, the only guarantee I have is that, if somehow an investigation leads to me, I’ll have his name on my computer after he went missing.
There’s no reason for me to need to know.
He’s dead.
He can’t hurt me anymore.
Wait.
My stomach drops as the memories of that night reappear, clearer than they have been now that there’s a little bit of time between then and now.
He saidwe. Weneed Cormac locked up.
He’s not alone in whatever reason he had to want him dead. Getting Cormac locked up for another murder was just plan B.
Which means he’s connected to whoever tried to implement plan A.
It’s a stretch.
I’m sure there area lotof people who think Cormac should be dead for the good of the city, and arguably the whole world.
But what are the chances that one of them became so unhinged that they would kill someone to get him back behind bars?
I won’t be able to relax until I’ve at least explored the possibility.
My computer is downstairs on the kitchen island, so I wrap myself in a blanket and walk down, turning on only enough lamps to reduce the risk of tripping.
Sinking onto a stool at the table, I fight back a blush, remembering what I was doing down here just this afternoon and how wholly different it is to my rapidly deteriorating mood.
Maybe it’s the lawyer in me that can’t let it go. Maybe I’m just a fucking paranoid bitch.
But the least I can do to soothe the raging anxiety crawling under my skin is search his name.
If an internet search turns out to be my undoing, even with the might of Bás Dorcha and his team behind me, they deserve to get me.
