“Why would she lie about that?”
“To get to us.”
Sinn sighed.“You have persistent and unjustified feelings of suspicion, mistrust, and persecution.You should probably get some meds.”
Saint ignored him.“I want you to go to her diner tomorrow.”
“That I don’t mind doing,” Sinn said immediately.Saint could hear the smile in his voice.How his brother remained so upbeat after the shit they’d been through was beyond his understanding.
“You do realize, if she’s right, she’s marked a traitor in our midst.”
“The traitor could easily be from the Bone Breakers,” Sinn pointed out.
“You’re right,” Saint conceded that idea.“Shit.That means I have to talk to Lucifer.”
“What do we tell the men?”
“Don’t tell them anything.”He saw the take-out bag from the diner resting on the floor.“She concealed the duffel.”
“Smart girl.”
“Yes,” Saint mumbled around the unlit cigarette between his lips.“She returned the money without taking any of it.What kind of person does that?”
Sinn clapped his brother on his back.“A good one.The kind you didn’t know existed.”
Saint knocked his brother’s hand away.“Fuck off.No one is that good of a person.Not when they have that much money in their hands.She has to want something from us, and I want you to find out what it is.”
“Bet you fifty bucks she doesn’t.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Saint said with a smirk.“Easiest money I’ll ever make.”
Chapter Three
Kira pulled up to Christine’shouse in a flurry of squealing breaks and righteous anger.The place was a small, shitty, one-bedroom shack on the south end of town.She had tunnel vision as she exited her car, not even bothering to close the door.Men were nothing but savage animals, stalking the weaker prey in order to feel superior.They didn’t care who they hurt or had to trample to get what they wanted.
Holding the bat firmly in hand, she marched up to the front door.The rage filtering through her blinded her to everything else.In her mind’s eye, she didn’t see Christine’s house, or even gave a thought about the young girl.Instead, all this was a substitute to her own past.The torment.The degradation.It flashed through her mind like a scratched record, stuck in one groove and unable to move on.The memories a sharpened blade lodged in her heart.
