Despite the situation, I laughed, that was when Conor picked up. “Bren?”
“You been on a bender?” I demanded, recognizing that tone of his.
He was wired.
“Maybe. What’s up?”
He sounded like he was hopping in his fucking chair—the bounce of the springs in his seat gave me literal confirmation of that.
“My car was bugged at Da’s place.”
“What?” Conor boomed. “That’s impossible. I checked the alarms myself when I was there yesterday. No breaches. None, Bren.”
“Well, it’s either that or your sweeper’s stopped working.”
“I’ll drive out to your garage, test the sweeper and remove the bug if it’s there.” He hissed out a breath. “You know what this means, don’t you? If the bug is actually there?”
“That a rat at Da’s compound planted that shit in my car, and maybe everyone else’s as well?”
“Fuck.”
“That’s pretty much how I feel too.” I heaved a sigh. “I’ll speak to you later, Con.”
“Okay, Bren. Bye.”
Disconnecting the line, I called Bagpipes. “Baggy, there’s a fuckfest going down.”
“When you redirected me, I checked. He’s dead?”
“Yeah. The uniform recognized me, told me that the guy behind Coullson’s death—” Camille gasped. “—was Craig Lacey.”
“No fucking way.”
“Unfortunately, yeah.”
“They’re cleaning up shop.”
“Seems like it.” I grunted. “They must have pulled some BS move on him. Either that, or he’s doing it on his own volition to make a stand? Who the fuck knows.”
“Where’re you heading?”
“Eoghan’s place. Got a family situation going on there.”
“Okay. You’ll be by later though, right?”
“Yeah. We need to figure out our next move. Everything we did with Coullson was a waste of fucking time.”
“That name has to mean something.”
“I take it nothing came up at the Census Bureau?”
“Not this year. Or for the ten previous years.” Bagpipes grunted. “Long shot, Bren, but do you remember a Father McKenna at St. Patrick’s when we were kids?”
Scraping my jaw, I cast my mind back to church. The only trouble was, I rarely paid attention to the nonsense that went down there. “Christ, I can’t remember. I can ask Da though.”
“Nah, don’t bother. It was just, the name rang a bell.”
“It’s a pretty common name,” I pointed out.