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He looks at his phone. Looks at me.
God! I don’t want to die! I’ll go back to mass, I promise! Fuck! Shit, sorry for cussing in a prayer!
Mac looks at me again as he types. I gulp. He puts his phone away.
I exhale. He’s not coming over here. The other guy is still in line. I’m good.
Okay, focus! Quick!
The site has brought up a few properties. Bingo.
Five listed in the state, one not in Boston. I’m going to assume that’s the estate. I need to write the others.
I get out my phone and start pretending to text with shaking hands. I open the notes app. I use a code I made up in high school for my diary, in case Quinn’s got my phone mirrored somewhere.
455 Neponset Blvd, Boston is now 2255 Xeifxget Rykd
One minute!Damn it, Luna type faster!
I type out the other few properties. Then close the county assessor app. My computer freezes.
What! No.
Force Quit!
Force Quit!
Finally. it quits and thenIfreeze.Because am I supposed to remove the device? What if the men see me remove it? I can’t leave it in, I bet any spyware they have on here will send an alert that a device is connected after the three minutes.
I’m going to die because of a piece of metal the size of my thumbnail!
I look at Mac, he catches me. I give him a smile and an eye roll, what I would’ve done to my guards back home. He shrugs. I look away and hope that he does too. I move my laptop like I’m adjusting it on the table and while adjusting, I pull the miniature USB drive out.
I slip it into my back pocket, looking down at my lap for a second to breathe. Done. I made it. I shift in my seat, then notice the cafe’s gone quiet again. I look up.
Quinn.
Is here.
Towering over my tiny table.
“Wife,” he says, serious again. “I think we need to have a little chat.”
CHAPTER 29
Luna
“Ok?” I say, sounding out of breath.
Quinn pulls out the metal chair and the top of the backrest looks tiny in his massive hand.
“Did you not understand my warning?”
I frown at him, feigning confusion and I say nothing. I grew up in the Italian mafia. I was trained at a young age, when you’re backed into a corner by a fed, a rival clan, a nosy neighbor, you say abso. lutely. Nothing.
Quinn goes on, “Ten messages from him, Luna.”
Now my frown is real.
