Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He’s an expert at what he does, and I have no doubt that somethin’ will spring up. Scrollin’ through pages of data can’t be easy, and getting into locked networks is a skill I wish I had. If I did, I could have helped him. But my expertise lies in other areas.
The club is a home where each of us offers something unique. The only thing we all have in common is the fact that we can kill a man without a second thought. In sayin’ that, though, we don’t hurt innocents. It’s part of our charter, our rules. It doesn’t matter what situation we find ourselves in, we make sure those who are caught in the crossfire are safe.
Tye moves back to the computer before picking up his mug and swallowing back the coffee that’s now ice cold. I brought it to him a couple of hours ago. But he doesn’t notice the temperature. I leave him for a while and head into the lounge. Monster and Sully are at the table going through emails Tye printed out hours ago.
It’s pissing down outside. I want to go for a ride, a long, never-ending feckin’ ride. But Monster will want me to stay indoors. It’s best we go out in pairs. Especially with the threat of Patrick still hangin’ over us.
I’m happy for him. He has Miren who brings him down to earth when he loses his head. She’s good for him. When she first arrived, I was convinced she would hurt the fecker. But it seems the girl is a welcome addition to the family.
“Anythin’?” I ask as I join them.
Christmas is in a couple of days, and I’m not looking forward to celebrating when Callia isn’t here. She should be with us.
“Not yet,” Sully tells me. “But there’s a thread I found interesting. Banking information that I’m pretty sure is encrypted. I was goin’ ta take it over to Tye to investigate, but it sounded like he needed a moment.”
I look at Sully and nod in agreement. I can’t deny it. I am worried about Tye’s mindset while doing this. If I could pull him off what he’s doing and tell him to take it easy, I would. But then we’d be back at square one. And at this point, we can’t afford to do that. “Aye, he’s stressed. Angry that he can’t find anything to help us.”
Sully shakes his head. “Ach, it’s not his fault.”
“It’s what I told him.”
I pull out a stack of papers and start scanning them myself. There is so much to go through, and I know it’s going to take longer than any of us expected. The thing is, when a member of the mob goes into hiding, it’s not like a petty criminal. These bastards have connections everywhere. We just need to find the right one.
“If it were any of us trying to find answers and coming up short, it would bother us too. He’s a goodun, I know he’ll come up with something. He’s good at what he does.” I flick through the pages as I say this, my focus on the names in the emails.
“I have no doubt about it,” Monster agrees. “What is this?”
He hands me one of the emails he’s been reading, and I scan it for a moment. Confused, I hand it to Sully to have a look at. Glancing back at Monster, I say, “Name rings a bell, but I can’t think where I heard it before.”
“I know a Savage from my time in the States,” Sully announces, which has both Monster and I staring at him. “I think we may be lookin’ in the wrong place.”
“Guys, I think you need to see this,” Tye calls from the entrance to the living room. The three of us turn to look at the boyo, and the expression on his face tells me this is going to be big.
Maybe we’ll get an early Christmas gift after all.
THE END