Page 77 of Jagger's Remorse
"No. You orchestrated it. Every move. Every angle," Squirrel insists.
"Just using what I learned," she deflects.
"Which is?" he asks.
"That sometimes the only way to win is to make everyone else lose worse," she answers.
He considers that.
"You really Vasquez's goddaughter?" he questions.
"Really," she confirms.
"He know you're here?" Squirrel asks.
"Not specifically," she admits.
"Will he come looking?" he presses.
"Eventually. But not for me. For answers about Diego," she explains.
"And what will you tell him?" Squirrel asks.
"That the Three Devils killed him while trying to frame Iron Veins," she states.
"Will he believe it?" he questions.
"With the right evidence? Yes," she says confidently.
"You got evidence?" Squirrel asks.
She pulls out a phone.
Diego's.
"Video of the Three Devils entering the warehouse. Audio of Butcher claiming credit. All time-stamped before Diego died," she explains.
"You recorded the whole thing?" Squirrel asks, impressed.
"I told you. Diego taught me well," she says.
"Too well, maybe," he observes.
"Maybe," she agrees.
Squirrel nods slowly. "All right. You bought us time. Maybe even an advantage. But this ain't over," he warns.
"I know," she acknowledges.
"Do you? Because from where I'm standing, you just painted a target on every cut in this club, after you’re already responsible for two of my men dyin’," he points out.
"The target was already there. I just gave you ammunition to fire back," she counters.
He leaves without another word.
Approval? Condemnation?
Hard to tell with him.
