"Wolfy's been hanging out with one of 'em."
I raise a brow, "Hanging out?" From what I've picked up from bad mafia movies and my short time back, there's not really much inter-gang friendship happening.
"Yeah," he shrugs. "It's very Romeo and Romeo. Feuding families. Horny barely legal idiots."
"And you used Julian's relationship to gather information?" A slimy, guilty feeling pulls at my stomach.
Sky's responding laugh is uncomfortable, "Fomori, I know this is a lot to readjust to, but we're putting away people who are smuggling drugs and using kids on the street to deal. Wolfe knows the deal, knows what's happening. He thinks he can save the guy if his bosses get locked up."
"But you disagree," I supply what he's not saying.
With a heavy sigh, he knocks his knuckles against the table, "Ithink Julian isn't ready to accept that his boyfriend isn't just dealing. He's using the shit. And when his bosses are put away, he'll either find new ones or somewhere else to get it."
"I don't know how I feel about it," I groan.
"Well, if it helps," he slices a little more aggressively, "Ifeel like shit about it."
His honesty does help. No sane person could possibly enjoy the prospect of hurting kids who are barely old enough to drink; of them getting their hearts broken or worse.
And while I'm not sane by a long shot, as it turns out, I'm no monster. And neither is Sky. But we've had to act like we are to fight against the rising tide of the real psychopaths out there.
"We're lucky that none of them fall under your specific type."
"What do you mean?"
He sets everything down, looking right through me, "I mean, they're drug dealers and idiots, but they're not sick enough to trigger you to go all serial killer-y. I'm not sure exactly what would happen if someone did right now. You're not 100% you, but you're still in there somewhere."
That doesn't make any fucking sense.
And I don't even know if I'd be capable of killing anyone now.
The drive sits right under my skin, but the inclination just existing isn't the same as actually following through and doing it.
"Anyway, the damage is done," he sniffs dismissively, "Steele and his buddies are rolling up to their warehouse tonight during the fight and that'll be that."
"You calledSteele? I thought we were done with him."
Coming around the bar, he brings with him a massive tub of prepped ingredients to drop off downstairs, pointing with his head for me to follow.
As I do, he answers, "We are done with him. But I was hoping that calling to drop ananonymoustip would get him to fucking relax about it. He's been a pain in my ass for weeks about that file he dropped off.”
“What is it that he wants us to do?”
He groans, “Some fucking private loan officer supposedly has skeletons in his closet. Steele dropped off his ultra clean background check but insisted he’s into some shady stuff they haven’t been able to prove yet.”
“And he thinks we can find it?” I ask.
He nods, “He’s probably right. Now that you’re back, it would be easy.”
"Why haven't we killed him?" I ask, "If he's basically just using us and doesn't care about keeping these victims safe, isn't he as bad as the rest of them?"
Skyler laughs, kicking the door to the back of house open, "I'm not sure you're ready to dive back into being a killer, Cormac, much less a cop killer.”
"Might have to be," I mutter.
He pauses, narrowing his eyes, "Why?"
"Someone showed up at Brigit's apartment, threatening her and asking about me," I explain. "That's why she got all freaked out and ordered that stuff."
