I shrugged. “I’ll live.”
“Yes, I’m sure you will.”
“Found anything out about my blackmailer?”
He hummed. “I have an address.”
That had me gaping at him. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because you were supposed to rest, and I knew you wouldn’t if I told you what I learned.”
I glowered at him. “What did you learn?”
He smiled at me. “You’ll love this… Cillian Donahue isn’t dead.”