Dylan was vigilant as he left the restaurant and moved into the dark parking lot toward the car. But instead of finding Cillian, Brandt stood there smoking a cigarette.
“Where’s Cillian?” Dylan asked.
Brandt took another drag. “Came to give him a break. He’s pulled some long hours, and he’s got his kid tomorrow. Shared custody.”
Dylan winced. Damn, that had to suck. He couldn’t imagine not having his own child living under his roof.
“Where’s the boss?” Brandt asked.
“Talking with Aleksandr.” Rogan had wanted a private word with the Russian mob boss. Dylan had waited until they were all gone before leaving to give Rogan his privacy. He didn’t like leaving the other man alone, but Rogan had told him earlier than he trusted Aleksandr, and what he had to say was for the other man’s ears only.
“You left him alone in there?” Brandt asked.
“That’s what he wanted. He’s the boss.”
“Y
ou thinking of moving here? Becoming one of us?” Brandt asked, his gaze calculating.
Dylan held his hands up. “No way. I’m just repaying a favor.” Rogan had a lot going on and finding this traitor was at the top of his list, watching his back while he did it was the least Dylan could do.
Rogan appeared, and Brandt came to attention.
“You shouldn’t be alone with that Russian, boss,” Brandt said, his voice slightly chiding.
Dylan raised an eyebrow. The only person he’d ever heard talk to Rogan like that was Aedan. But Rogan didn’t snap back. Instead, he just sighed. “It was just a quick chat. Besides, I can take care of myself. What are you doing here, Brandt? Where’s Cillian?”
Brandt didn’t seem perturbed by Rogan’s annoyance. “I told him to go home. He’s got his kid tomorrow.”
Rogan eased down at that explanation with a nod. “Right. Let’s go.”
They climbed into the back seat of the car, and Brandt jumped in the front. “I had another reason for coming here,” Brandt said, twisting around. “I have a lead on the girl.”
Dylan’s gaze widened. “Miller? Tilly’s friend?”
Brandt nodded. “Seems she’s taken up with the Seven Sinners. She’s at one of their drug houses. Want to head over there now or want me to send some men?”
Rogan gazed out the window for a moment. “We’ll go. Call Colm. Get him to meet us there.”
Brandt started the car, and they could hear him quietly talking into his phone.
“How the hell did she get mixed up with the Seven Sinners?” Dylan muttered. Something about this felt wrong.
Rogan shrugged. “Probably looking for a fix. You headed out tomorrow?”
“I think that’s best, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Iker seemed tense tonight. Best to get Tilly out of the city. Sweet girls like that have got no business hanging around with me.”
“I don’t know, she seemed to think you were a pretty nice guy,” Dylan smirked at him as he recalled Tilly telling Rogan he was nice.
Rogan snorted. Then his gaze narrowed as he stared out into the streets.
“I’m glad Tilly’s not with us,” Dylan said. “I want to have a chat with her friend before she sees her.”
“If she’s capable of talking,” Rogan said. “The shit the Seven Sinners sell ain’t good. Could have fried her brain already.”
Dylan studied Rogan. He wondered why Rogan had ended up in the business rather than getting out like he’d talked about when he was younger.