“Yeah. Went private. Far more lucrative. I’d heard that she got arrested in Paris so that must have been when she got involved with Jorgmundgander.”
“The bitch of it is, if I don’t want Troy to die for her part in this, then if Dagda’s hit on my mother was sanctioned, how can I blast his brains out like I’ve been trying to?”
“Revenge doesn’t have to make sense,” was all Cin said.
Star turned her gaze upon me. “I guess it doesn’t.”
“Forgiveness is a lot less complicated.”
“Plus, do you even need vengeance if you don’t like your mom anymore?”
Star huffed. “You always have to be so practical, Cin. It’s tiresome.”
“Well, sor-ry,” she grouched.
“Okay, let’s break this down. We have your uncle’s murderer and the masterminds behind it.
“We don’t know where your cousin is, but we have more names for the new Interpol division, and I can stop digging into health insurance providers for random conspiracy theories.”
“You were right though, weren’t you?”
I winked at her. “I usually am.”
Belyaev’s crashhadtaken place in New Cloverfield, Ohio, according to Ovianar.
Though she scoffed, she stretched out her arms and groaned. “Next move has to be Troy. She’s probably the only one who can help us because Red Knight died five years ago.”
“And he is truly missed.Not. I hated that fucker.”
“What did he do to you?” Cin’s curiosity was practically bubbling.
“He was a conspiracy theorist and he used to hunt evidence that would back up his claims. Basically, he was the search engine of conspiracies.”
Star’s lips curved. “He believed the British royal family were lizards in skin suits.”
“Not one of those morons,” Cin groaned.
“Yup. And trust me, having dealt with the royal family, I can tell you their blood isn’t blueandthey’re definitely not reptilian.” Star grinned at my grimace. “So… next move?”
Cin got up and moved over to the window so she could peer out of the blinds. “I liked flying private. Think your grandfather would pop for another flight on that jet of his?”
“To visit Troy?”
“He doesn’t have to know she’s his son’s killer, Star.”
She nodded. “You’re right. We’re in agreement, then? We speak to Troy?”
“Yeah, I think that’s for the best,” I concurred.
As always, we’d gotten some answers but had blown open a minefield that we needed to dig through.
One thing was certain—that bottle of tequila we were going to split when this was over had never been further from our reach.
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Lodestar:I have news.