Page 76 of Dublin Beast

“So, you need to ID Siobhan and make your move before that happens.”

“Aye, that’s the idea.”

The two of us are out of the room and striding down the hall a moment later. I press the button to call the elevator and the doors open, still on our floor from Bryan’s arrival.

The lobby is quiet as we pass through, and I pause at the automatic doors. It’s really pissing down. “Where did you park?” I ask, looking for the black Range Rover we’ve used all week.

Bryan points a key fob toward a silver BMW parked opposite the entrance and its lights flash. “This is us.”

I duck my head as we run to the car, icy drops pelting the back of my neck. Once I’ve deposited my stuff on the back seat, I slip into the shotgun seat in the front. When Bryan is finished loading his bags, he settles in behind the steering wheel.

“Where did you get this car?”

Bryan casts a sideways glance at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you really want to know?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked.”

He shrugs, pressing the start button as the engine hums to life. “I stole it from a used car lot down the road from the inn.”

I blink. “You what?”

Whatever he sees in my expression makes him very amused. He laughs, putting the car in gear as we pull away into the pouring rain. “Relax. I’ll fill the tank, wipe it down, and leave it right where I found it. I couldn’t risk leaving Kieran without wheels in case something goes sideways and our targets bolt.”

Of course not. I’m not sure what surprises me more—that he stole a damn car, or that he told me the truth so casually.

I sit back in the seat, staring out the windshield as the wipers work to clear our view. Wait. Whoa. I sit up. “Are the seats heated?”

“They are.”

I sit back again, luxuriating in the radiant heat warming my butt and back. After being in the icy rain, it’s quite nice. “Well, at least you didn’t steal a beater.”

Bryan chuckles. “A car thief has to have standards.”

I look at him, my nerves still edgy from everything he just told me, from everything we’re about to walk into. “Tell me I’m not crazy for getting involved in all this.”

He glances up, green eyes flashing in the dim light. “Ye want me to lie to ye now?”

I huff a laugh, more breath than sound. “No. Never.”

This is insane. Following a mafia enforcer into the dark, chasing down a woman I don’t even know, tangled in something bigger and uglier than I ever imagined.

But I’ve come this far.

Because a deal is a deal. I help him track down Siobhan and he helps me with Eddie Mason and maybe—just maybe—I’ll find out what happened to Macie, Chantal, Zhara, and who knows how many other women.

Would it be possible for me to find out on my own? Possibly, but my odds are better with his help than without it. Still, I can’t help the driving thought that whispers in the back of my mind as we’re swallowed by the darkness.

What if I’m wrong?

About him. About this arrangement.

About everything.

CHAPTERTWENTY

Bryan

The rain has let up a little by the time I ease the stolen BMW into the gravel lot behind the roadside inn. The Range Rover is right where I left it, hidden from the outdoor lights by the shade of an ancient English Oak.

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