“You’re working them?!”
“Of course not,”our brother barked.“But they need places to sleep and eat and recuperate, dammit!”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to imply…”O’Donnelly rubbed the back of his neck as Luc grunted. “This is a mess.”
Because I felt the Five Points’ leader’s exasperation, I asked Rory, “You sure about sharing this?”
“Facts don’t lie.”
“I meant, shouldn’t we keep this in-house?”
“This is a city-wide issue. No one knew what the Albanians were running, and we need to stamp this bullshit out. We made an accord—our skin trade would never involve minors. We’ve enforced that in the two-bit gangs neighboring our turfs and stamped it out. If we want all the factions to agree to declaring war on the Albanians, we had to share it.”
“How did Hunter even access this information?”
“Ask him. I’m not a search engine.”
“In the offices, we found a list of regulars. That’s on the USB as well. This isn’t something we can sweep under the rug, Aidan. You must have heard about the attack on Dead To Me in Cancún.
“TheLobos Rojoshave confirmed she was targeted by Albanians, so we can assume Devere and his cronies wanted to take out the person behind Brackton’s shooting?—”
“Why you?”
“What?”
“Why did theLobos Rojoscontact you?”
It was my turn to fidget.
Rory’s expression turned glacial—she hadn’t appreciated finding out about my trip to Mexico via Luciu.
Some best friend, ratting me out to our sister like that.
“We’re allies.”
“I also heard that one of my captain’s siblings was kidnapped because of you,”O’Donnelly countered coolly.
“We were on the brink of informing you before we retrieved her. Then it was all hands on deck.”
“You should have told me anyway.”For the first time, that O’Donnelly temper sounded as if it had been sparked.
“You think the type of mess I just shared cleans itself up, Aidan? I was going to discuss it as soon as I had a chance, but this is more important.”
“This is nothing.”
“What if it isn’t?”Luciu asserted.
“If Brackton’s dead then?—”
“What do you know about Anastasia Brackton?”
O’Donnelly frowned. “There isn’t much to know. They married six months after his first wife passed away in a car crash. She’s the mother of his heir.”
“She’s Russian. Her family name was Voronova.”
I turned to Rory. “This sounds like new intel. Why wasn’t I informed, dammit?”
She didn’t look up from her phone. “Passed it on earlier. Not my fault you were more interested in bitching about this meeting than learning what I’d found out.”
