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She seems nice and innocent, but she is still Cormac’s spawn.
She brightens up even more. “Do you want to play cards? I’m really good at gin rummy.”
I can’t help but smile.
She must be so bored in here all the time.
Even though I’m connecting with her, I can’t help but think this may be my way out.
She appears to be very trusting of me already, and I can exploit that.
Guilt burns hot at the back of my head, but after this is all over, I’ll try to help her.
I bump against her shoulder. “I’m pretty good at gin rummy, too.”
She grins and sprints out of the room, returning in a few moments with a deck of cards and a big bowl of popcorn.
I give her the brightest smile I can manage.
Irene Callahan is going to be my way out of here.
I can feel it.
Chapter Forty-Three
DARE
I wakeup at my desk, again, and I groan at the banging on the door.
This better not become a thing.
The banging doesn’t stop.
It has to be Cillian; he’s the only guy I know who knocks on the door, harder than the goddamn police.
“Hold your fucking horses. I’m coming.” I stumble, knocking over beer bottles on the way to the door and jerk it open.
Cillian stands there with a frown already on his face, his brow furrowed.
“Any news?” he asks before he even gets in the door.
I shake my head and go back to my desk, staring at the screen requesting the password to access the cameras in Cormac Callahan’s house.
I have five tries every twenty-four hours, and I’m putting every one of them to good use. I have two more tries still, this round.
“I’ve tried every combination of his wife’s name, every combination ofhisname, his birthday, her birthday, wedding date, his fucking dog’s name.” What should have taken me hours to access is takingdays.
I hate that she is alone, and we can’t even be sure where she is, and it’s all my fucking fault. “Why are we even doing this? We know she has to be in the mansion. Why hasn’t Liam made a move?”
“He wants to be sure. Because if we go in there and she is not there, they’ll know we want her, and they’ll kill her, and that is something none of us can live with.”
It makes sense. I get it. And I know Cill has to play the devil’s advocate here. But at the same time, I’m itching to get to Isla. She’s pregnant and alone and scared.
And I bet she is even doubting we are coming for her. Well, maybe not Cill, but me and Liam for sure.
I sit down at the desk, glaring at the screen.
“Dare. This place is a wreck.”
