She barely resisted snapping at him. “Yes, I understand you know everything that goes on in this city,” she said with a sweet smile. Maybe a bit of flattery would help speed things along.
“I do.”
“The Vipers said that Miller left. Do you know if that’s true or not?”
“I do.”
“So can you tell me? Can you tell me where she is?” Damn it, he was frustrating.
“Certainly.” His gaze turned calculating. “But it’ll cost ya.”
Shoot, why hadn’t she considered this? Because she wasn’t used to dealing with mercenary criminals, that’s why.
Tilly stared at him in desperation. “I don’t have any money on me—”
He slashed a hand through the air, looking impatient. “Not money. I need to speak with Rogan. He won’t talk to me. I didn’t sell him bad information and I need him to stop blackballing me. It’s bad for business.”
Why didn’t he ask her for the moon while he was at it?
“I don’t have any influence over Rogan.”
“But your boyfriend does.”
Tilly fought back tears of disappointment.
“Thanks for seeing me.” She stood and turned toward Colm. How was she going to find Miller now?
“Wait,” Jimmy said, a hint of urgency in his voice. “That’s it? You’re just going?”
“I can’t get you a meeting with Rogan. It wouldn’t be fair of me to expect Dylan to talk to him, either.”
“Christ.” Jimmy shook his head. “Will you at least put in a good word for me?”
“This information helps us recover the girl and I’ll tell Rogan you helped,” Colm offered.
Tilly sent him a grateful look.
“All right, that’ll have to do,” Jimmy said grudgingly. “Your friend did approach the Vipers.”
Damn, she’d hoped that information had been wrong.
“But she hasn’t left. They’ve got her locked up in one of their whorehouses.”
Oh God. What was Miller going through right now? Tilly chewed her lip.
“Do you know where?” Colm asked.
Jimmy gave them directions.
“Come on, Tilly, let’s go.”
“Thank you,” she said to Jimmy, sending him a grateful smile before she hurried after Colm.
“You know where this place is?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“So you’ll take me there?”