“Information, I think. About a popular club downtown.”
He stills. “A club? Know the name?”
“Neverland.”
He lets out a small laugh. “Of course. Do you know if she found what he wanted?”
“I don’t think so. She said she couldn’t breach the system, and he was angry.” I think back to that night, when he was in a fit of rage, throwing everything he could at us. “She died shortly after, which is why I think someone killed her.”
“Not someone,” he corrects.
“No, you’re right. I think Wolfe did it, or had a part in it.”
“And so you’re going to finish your job with him and then use the money he’s paying you to screw him over.”
I nod. “Pretty much.”
“Brilliant, except for one small thing.”
My heart pounds. “What?”
“We own Neverland.”
Really, I shouldn’t be surprised.
* * *
Finn
Watching her process my words is kind of comical, if I’m being honest.
“You…own Neverland? But I thought you said you were a doctor, a tech guy, and a CEO.”
She’s trying really hard to stay in control. I appreciate that. Nothing worse than someone who gets hysterical. It’s far too messy, emotionally speaking.
“Those are our legal jobs.”
“And Neverland isn’t legal? How is a club not legal?”
“It’s not just a club. It’s a brothel.”
Her eyes widen. “Crooks. Criminals. Made Men. And sex workers. Oh my god. You’re in the Mafia, aren’t you?”
“Took you long enough.”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, like she can’t believe what’s happening.
“And Wolfe is trying to get information on your club. Why?”
“I was hoping you’d know.”
She shakes her head, her golden locks bouncing. “I don’t. He wouldn’t tell us that kind of thing. He only speaks to me when I finish a mission, and only so he can tell me where the next jewelry piece is.”
I believe her. Wolfe was the same way when we were growing up.
“How did you meet him?”
That makes her lips turn downward. “He found us. Had four men put burlap bags over our heads and bring us to his hotel room. Very cloak and dagger.”