“Saoirse Kavanagh.”
“Holy shit,” JJ muttered, clearly not meaning to speak loud enough for Z to hear her.
He did.
“I echo that sentiment, JJ. If you haven’t heard of her, you’ve been livin’ under a rock.”
Brantley didn’t bother admitting his residences tended to be under rocks. He had no idea who she was or why she was famous.
JJ noticed his confusion because she attempted to fill in the blanks. “Saoirse Kavanagh is the youngest of the Kavanagh siblings. The very same siblings who hold the reins to Kavanagh Holdings Group. They’re a titan in the investment and insurance world, with headquarters in Dublin, Ireland, as well as New York. The Kavanagh siblings are the only family members who reside in the US.”
“Why’d they ask for protective detail specifically?” Brantley inquired. “If they’retitans,as JJ said, shouldn’t they have around-the-clock security?”
“They do,” Z answered.
“So why this specific request?”
There was a beat of silence, and Brantley knew he wasn’t going to like the response.
“Deck made the request after Ronan Kavanagh contacted him directly.”
“Ronan’s the oldest of the four,” JJ supplied.
“I take it they’ve got history?” Brantley asked, looking at Reese again. He wasn’t sure why his partner was so quiet.
“Friendship,” Z said. “And no, I don’t know the specifics on who, why, or how. At this point, it doesn’t matter. What does is that we find Saoirse and Deck.”
Brantley knew he could argue until he was blue in the face, but Z was right. They needed to find Decker and the woman he was responsible for looking after. To do that, they’d need a hell of a lot more information than Z could provide, so continuing to ask questions was moot. It would be a better use of their time to get JJ and Luca digging up dirt. They were damn good at it.
“Fine,” Brantley said. “We’ll go to New York.”
“Just you and Reese?” Z asked.
“No. I’m gonna bring along more of my team. You’re footin’ the bill for this, Z. Don’t forget that.”
This time, the chuckle was a little lighter. “Understood. There’s somethin’ else you should know.”
Brantley didn’t like the tone, but he refrained from reacting.
“The Kavanaghs have ties to the Irish mob.”
“No shit?” JJ grinned. “That’s cool.”
It wasn’t cool, but Brantley glanced over at Reese.
“Hold up a minute,” Reese said, dropping the spatula with a clatter. “Tell me this isn’t the agent you sent in to be the eyes and ears.”
Z didn’t answer, which likely meant Reese had hit the nail on the head.
“Eyes and ears of what?” Brantley asked Reese.
A heavy exhale preceded Reese’s response. “A coupla months ago, Z mentioned he was sendin’ an agent to be the eyes and ears inside an organization.” Reese glared at the phone. “He wouldn’t tell me which organization, but now it all makes sense.”
Then it clicked for Brantley. “Let me guess, Max is lookin’ for some dirt.”
“He’s actually lookin’ for a person,” Z clarified.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Z,” Reese bellowed. “You couldn’t’ve put someone else on this?”
