“It was more than that. Worse than that. So yeah, like any man with feelings, I want to help her.”
“Help?” Fin repeats.
“Fucking ... protect her. Do better. Punish her ex for making her suffer, for ignoring what was happening in that toxic space. I mean, it’s less viscerally exciting than smashing my fist into his face, but he married into the family business. What better way to make him pay than by causing that business trouble? Maybe even failure. I’d make it his fault.”
“Sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought,” Oliver says.
“Maybe more to the point, it sounds like ayouthing, not a her thing,” Fin adds.
Oliver turns to face Fin. “But faint heart never won fair lady.”
“Whatever the fuck that means,” I mutter.
“It means we both get it,” Fin replies. “Look, you’re a good man. Principled and fair, but have you considered how Ryan will feel about it? She might not appreciate your interference. She might see your actions as undermining hers, taking away her individual power. Especially the way you describe her.”
“She’s not here, though, is she?” I say, toying with my whiskey glass.
“All the more reason—”
“I want to fucking crush them,” I growl, my grip tightening on the glass.
The table falls into silence. Until Fin breaks it.
“Because you love her.”
My head jerks immediately up. “Cop onto yourself,” I scoff, lifting my drink and ignoring the twinge in my chest. “You can’t love someone you’ve spent less than twelve hours with.” I throw the whiskey back.
“Yeah, you can.” Fin’s tone and his smile feel like compassion. “Ask me how I know. Ask him.”
But I don’t.
“You didn’t tell us what happened when you caught up with her today,” Oliver says. “I take it you didn’t mention your plans.”
“That’s just it. I didn’t catch her. I followed her into Oxford Circus Station, where she got on the 1:54. Victoria Line.” I press my palm to my jaw and flex; everything inside me so fucking tense. “I was so close, yet ...” I blow out a breath. “Where she is now is anyone’s guess.”
“And you’re sure it was her?” Oliver asks, reaching for his phone.
“Positive.” I know what I heard, and I know what I saw. “I just don’t know where to go from here.”
“Transport police.” Oliver’s tone is matter of fact. “CCTV footage.”
“Yeah,” I scoff. “It’s not like they’ll just hand it over.” It wouldn’t be my first rodeo with them, not after today.
“No, but you will be able to view it. Tomorrow,” he adds, setting down his phone. “Expect a call. Personally, I’ve never had an issue bending the rules or playing dirty.”
“And this is news how?” Fin deadpans.
“It’s not news, per se. It’s strategy.” Oliver glances my way as though formulating what he wants to say. “Aside from finding her, what exactly do you want from Ryan?”
“A chance. A chance is all I can ask for.”
“Then how about we investigate the possibility,” Oliver suggests.
“The possibility of what?” Fin’s head pivots so fast.
“Of devastating Dreyland Capital. Destroying them not for the sake of it, but because harm has to be answered.”
“I don’t know,” Fin says doubtfully.
