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“How about a nice salmon filet, instead?” He says as he takes the lid off of my steaming and delicious-smelling dinner. My mouth starts to water.

I appease him, going to sit at the table, “Do…do you know Van?”

“Sullivan. The most tender-hearted of the boys.”

“The boys? Marco and Van and how many others?”

Gordon grabs his cart, clearly about to leave. He does answer though, with a sad look in his eyes, “Many.” He starts to pull the cart and pauses, “Oh, nearly forgot. Command told me to give you this. Think of it as your brain, heartbeat, weapon and shield in one. It is sacred. Do not lose it, do not break it.”

I brace myself, holding my breath for some newfangled spy tech that I can’t even begin to comprehend. But he pulls out an iPad.

“Geez, Gordon, dramatic much?”

“Let an old man have his fun,” he smiles. “And I was only exaggerating a bit. Enjoy,” he says before leaving. I don’t know if he meant the food or the iPad but I’ll definitely enjoy the latter. It’s everything Van had in his underground bunker. It’s a shared drive for everyone, I guess. Mark must have this same system inhis basement and I’d guess I can access the screens in the plane below me from here too.

The main screen is simply a search bar, and as I start typing it auto-populates anything and everything to do with any syndicate, government, country, even important individuals.

Damn.

This is like having the universe in my palm.

Where to start?

I begin with CAVE and start tapping and scrolling, fully intending to dig into all the Mancini files.

Instead, I land on the folder marked,Quinn, S.

“Well wedohave an attack to organize for him tomorrow, right?” I ask my dog. “Time to get to work.”

CHAPTER 52

Van

“She’ll be back, get your big ugly head out of your arse,” Mac says, irritated. I grunt but say nothing. It’s quiet work, gathering the remains of the worst-hit parts of the house. We’ll rebuild but it’s going to take a long ass time.

Mac stares at me, waiting for a reply. He doesn’t understand.

He knows enough to know I’m secretly one of the good guys. I was allowed to tell him that when we were still teens. He’s met some of my brothers and even been in on some high-level ops. Never met Command though. Collin, his younger brother, isn’t stupid. But he thinks we’re secretly feds and is fine with it, as long as he gets a plea deal. I have a few foot soldiers that are more O’s men than mine, planted as Irish recruits.

None of them reallyknowanything. Hell, I’m in the innermost circle and I rarely know shit. I do know this though.

Luna isn’t coming back.

She’ll pop onto the grid for a second, long enough for Command to stage some spectacle where she appears to die in a fiery accident or an ambush gone wrong. But she’s already past that little technicality. I’m sure she has a new name. She may have cut her hair already.

Fuck.

I loved her hair. I only got to feel it in my fingers a few times.

What a damn fool. I should have given in the moment I could see she wanted me too. I should have fell to my knees and begged her to let me have her any way, all the ways, until our time was up. We were never going to have much time. I knew that and still I wasted it.

Moron!

“Do you need to take a few more days? The men are eyeing you like you’ve grown three heads and I can’t blame them. You’re…”

“What?”

“Mopey.”