Shit.
Barely refraining from slamming my fist into the wheel, instead, I gritted out, “The assailant is still in there?”
“He’s holed himself up inside the Mayor’s office.”
“Is it some nut job?” I rasped. “Some lunatic?”
He shook his head, then leaned into the window. “It was a cop.”
And just like that, everything turned in a circle in my head.
This was the reason Craig Lacey had gone missing.
“You guys have a name yet?” I rasped, even though I didn’t need to have it confirmed. I just fucking knew I was right.
The Sparrows were tying up loose ends.
The question was, what leverage had they pushed onto Lacey’s shoulders to break his back?
When the cop grimaced and affirmed my supposition, I told him, “Thanks for the info, officer.”
“You’re welcome, sir.” He bit his lip. “Please, don’t tell anyone I spoke of this with you.”
“I won’t.”
Driving off, I maneuvered away from the clusterfuck of traffic, asked Siri to send Bagpipes a message telling him we had a change of plans and to meet me at The Hole, and was about to call Da with this update when my cell buzzed.
Seeing Eoghan’s name flash up, I hit ‘accept,’ and muttered, “You won’t believe what’s just happened.”
“Neither will you.” He hissed out a breath. “You at home or on the road?”
“On the road.”
“You anywhere near my place? Can you bring Camille over?”
“Why? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“We just got in, and someone’s sent Victoria a gift. It’s gnarly.”
“What is it?” I repeated, confused.
“I don’t want to say over the phone.”
I winced because I hadn’t swept my car for bugs after I’d parked up in my garage, so my hands were fucking tied as well. Eoghan’s reminder might have spared us some shit down the line.
“I’m in Lower Manhattan. I’ll go and get her and bring her to your place.”
“Get Tink as well.”
“Tink?” As well as our resident computer, he was our go-to clean up guy. “Jesus.”
“Trust me, it’s not pretty.”
“I’ll be about an hour if traffic’s kind.”
“Just... Christ, just get her here as fast as you can.”
The second he disconnected, I rang through to Camille. She yawned, which made my lips curve before she mumbled, “Bren?”