Page 172 of Three Irish Kings
Everything needs to be flawless.
Dare gets in and gets some footage that he then runs on loop.
We both get in our cars, me in the sedan and them in the SUV, and we head to Cormac’s.
Halfway there, we split up. I’m going to the front gate. They’ll park in a forested area at the back of the property for better coverage.
Cormac’s mansion is heavily guarded, but we studied every aspect we could of it.
Two men greet me at the front gate.
“Name?” one of them barks.
“Liam Hayes.”
The man presses something, and a buzz sounds, opening the gate.
I drive through the gate and park as close to the front door as I can before getting out.
Cormac meets me on the large porch.
It’s kind of homey, for an evil man’s mansion, with two rocking chairs sitting next to each other.
“Nice to see you again, Liam.” Cormac smiles brightly at me, and looking at him, you’d just think he was someone’s grandfather.
He’s dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt.
“Wish it was under better circumstances.”
Cormac waves his hand, turning to walk into the house.
I follow him up the spiral staircase into his office.
He heads behind his mahogany desk, sitting down.
Sitting across from him, I lean forward.
“I assume you’ve come to talk about the incident at my warehouse.”
“Aye.” I look up at him with my hands clasped in my lap. “Someone has been smuggling fentanyl-laced cocaine into thecity. We are raiding major warehouses to try and find who is doing it and who has been scammed by them.”
Cormac scoffs. “I don’t mess around with that fentanyl stuff. I don’t understand it, and I want to keep my customers alive and well.”
I nod. “Fair enough. But we tested yours, and it came back as laced.”
“What the fuck?” He stands up, hands on the desk, hackles raised.
“Yes, so now you understand why I requested urgency. I know my methods cost you some men, and I’m willing to negotiate for that, but I can’t, in good conscience, return the laced product to you.”
“Aye.” He raises an eyebrow. “But that leaves me with a loss in the millions, if not billions. What do you suppose we do about that?”
“That’s why I’m here. I want to propose a truce so we can join forces and find out who this son of a bitch is. Then you can settle your score with them.”
He looks at me with something like respect. “All right. How should we do this?”
I tilt my head as if considering. “Since all the major warehouses have been already raided, I think we should have teams with both your men and mine, and we raid the smaller places and scour every inch of this city until we catch a rotten rat.”
He grins, and it makes him look ten years younger. “You have a good head on your shoulders.”
