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“Little, rooster legs,” another man adds. “Eddie will have him cock-a-doodle-dooing within twenty seconds.”
“Johnny will be impressed. So will yer boss. Maybe he’ll get work at the new facility north of town?”
“Shut yer trap, Joe,” Eddie mutters.
“What? It’s no secret.”
Not anymore, I think. O’Brien’s new warehouses. Built to store what? I don’t dare look at Finn, though I’ve no doubt he heard and is drawing the same conclusions.
“Genius, mate.” Another slap on his back. “Pure genius.”
Finn steers us away from the crowd. “I’ll be ready to work,” he tosses over his shoulder. “Until next time.”
I wave a quick farewell to my friends while my mind races over tonight’s events. Finn’s fight. His surprise win. Eddie’s friendship. His slip up about O’Brien’s warehouse.
Finn turning out to be a hell of a lot smarter and tougher than he makes himself out to be. A masterful strategist. A man who can manipulate you to his will with a smile.
I should never have underestimated him, but he makes it so easy to do so.
Maybe I simply need to stop seeing him with eyes wide shut.
