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“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked, those doubts growing in my mind.

“Figured you had enough shit going on. Once I had all the information, I’d get it to you. No point in us both chasing down empty leads.”

I shook my head again.Callum is a good man, I told myself. He wasn’t out to fuck us over.

“Mac, call Cael. Tell him to get his ass out here tonight. Liam, you and Aiden stay here. Help Cal go through that office from top to fuckin’ bottom. Pull up the goddamn floorboards if you have to.”

“You got someone to clean this mess up?” Mac asked, his phone in his hand ready to call in cleaners if we had to.

“I do. Aran, wait here for the Houlihan boys. Niall, Liam, and Aiden let’s head to the office. Maybe you boys will see something we can’t.”

“Wait. Aiden, you stay here for now. I want Garritt’s office turned upside down. Conor, you help him. Nevan, go with Liam. Shane, Brody, and Quinn, go to Garritt’s home and tear it apart. He has information tucked away somewhere.”

“Yes, boss.”

Conor Gallagher, while young, was fucking smart. Like Cian. He had been Cian’s shadow for months now. I trusted him to help Aiden despite barely being twenty years old.

Nevan O’Brian was older, but not by much. He had a touch of OCD. If anyone noticed something in the room out of place, it would be Nevan.

Callum led the men out, leaving me, Cian, Mac, Oscar, and Aran. I turned to Oscar and hissed, “You stay and help clean upthis fuckin’ mess. Then you watch over Conor. Anything happens to that kid; it will be your ass.”

“Yes, boss,” he said with his eyes on the floor. He knew he’d fucked up. The blame was misplaced, though. Who the fuck knew you could sever a goddamn artery in someone’s foot?

“When we get back, pick up a damn anatomy book. I don’t want a fuckup like this again.”

“Yes, boss.”

I walked out of the freezer, followed by Cian and Mac.

“A little harsh don’t you think?”

I ignored Cian until we were outside. Taking a left out the door, I walked down an alley, knowing they would follow.

Once we were halfway down the alley away from the street, I grabbed Cian by the lapels of his coat and pushed him against the wall. “You got something you want to fuckin’ say?”

“That wasn’t Oscar’s fault.”

“It’s his fuckin’ job to know what pain he can inflict without killing someone. His job is interrogation, not fuckin’ murder.” I slammed him against the wall and let go. My temper was getting the better of me and I knew it. I needed to blow off some steam before I went back to the hotel and Freyja.

“Garritt wasn’t leaving that freezer alive, and we all knew it.”

My chest expanded with a deep inhale. I counted in my head.Ten, nine, eight, seven, fucking six, five, motherfucking four, three, goddamn two, one.

“We don’t kill them until we get all the fuckin’ information, asshole. What the fuck is your problem? Didn’t you get laid last night?”

“Didn’t you?” he growled back instead of answering.

My head tilted as I looked at him.

“You didn’t, did you? Who the fuck was there at three in the goddamn morning if you weren’t getting fucked?”

“I told you, who I fuck is none of your goddamn business.”

“Don’t make me doubt you like everybody else. Who was she?”

Cian just stood there. His mouth twisted into a thin line, refusing to talk.

“It was Maddie. For Christ’s sake,” Mac announced. I stumbled back.