Palinsky nodded. "Evidence is king."
I merely quirked a brow at them then headed around the corner.
Seeing my approach, Lucas jumped out and opened the door.
"You're not a servant, Lucas," I objected as I took a seat. "I can open my own damn door."
"Your father—"
"My father did things his way. I do them mine. The only door you open is for Savannah. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
I grunted as he folded himself behind the wheel.
"Everything work out, sir?"
"Aidan, Lucas. My name's Aidan."
He cut me a look in the mirror. "Aidan."
"What's with all the subservience?"
"I think you know, Aidan."
"Wouldn't have asked if I did," I grumbled, turning to face the street.
"Do you still want to go to your building?"
"Yes."
Silence fell between us until my da’s cell buzzed.
Spying Grainne's name, I frowned and dragged my thumb over the blood-soaked cracks in the screen.
It was dumb that I wasn’t ready to let go of it—I knew that. Didn’t mean I was going to toss it in the trash any time soon.
"Please tell me there aren't a bunch of Five Pointers causing trouble at Queens of Heart."
"No," she drawled. "No trouble. Not tonight, anyway."
I grunted. "What's the reason for your call, then?"
"You didn't inherit you da's ability for small talk, did you?"
"No."
"Even though he didn't give a shit, he often found a way to ask about the little things."
"There's the difference. I already know about the little things. I don't need to ask about them."
She fell silent. "What does that mean?"
"It means I already know you have a son who's in the Midtown Mental Health Facility. I already know that half of your place flooded two nights ago, and that it's affecting the electrics in your office."
"You can't know everything."
"With my resources, I can make sure I'm kept in the loop about most matters."