Page 49 of The Eraser

My footsteps are purposeful as I move out of the dance room and toward our bedroom, my cock thickening with every step.

Tonight, I'll find the information to keep Jess safe, but now, I'm going to fuck my woman and make her scream my name.

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"Tell me what the fuck we're looking for?" Freddie questions. "All Jer said was that I was to meet up with you and you'll explain everything."

I'm driving toward the garda's house. The man in question is currently trailing Jer, who's been making so many damn calls today that the gardaí are no doubt thinking that Jer's planning something. It's given us the perfect time to get into the fucker's home and find the information we need.

"The gardaí are getting closer," I tell him. "That fucker has been flying under the radar recently. With everything going on with Jess, I forgot about them looking into us. Thankfully, Jer didn’t and realized the garda would have the information we're looking for."

He slams his hand on the dashboard. "Fuck," he snarls. "Of course they fucking would. They've been trailing us for too damn long for them not to have the information we need on both Fintan and Thomas. Christ... How the fuck did we not think about this before now?"

"Right?" I say, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "That fucker didn't get too deep on us. It's been over a year, and he's not found anything on any of us. But what if he's found shit out on the O'Learys?"

"You smelling a rat?" he questions.

I lift my shoulders and shrug. "I mean, it's been eighteen months or so. There's no doubt that he's been searching longer than that. We only found out eighteen months ago. But he gets closer when Thomas goes to ground, and we find out that he's working with Fintan? Come on, Freddie, there's something that just doesn't sit right with this shit."

He nods. "Then the fucker's working with the O'Learys."

I purse my lips. "No one came looking for Jarlath's killer."

"We made sure you were in the clear for that, Stephen," Freddie says cautiously. "It was late at night and there were no witnesses—other than the girls, that is."

I shake my head. "That's not what I mean," I sigh. "When a man who's part of the criminal world in Ireland dies, it hits the fucking news, Freddie. Jarlath's death didn't. Fuck, they haven't even investigated it. No one has been brought in for questioning, so it brings me back to my question. Why? How the fuck can someone who's so deeply involved in the Irish criminal world die and no one look into it?"

"Fuck," he snaps. "I hadn't thought of that," he says thickly. "But now that you've brought it up, it's making me wonder. They found his body. Jarlath was buried, and there was a huge fucking funeral. But no cops were there. There was nothing in the news."

If there's one thing the Irish news likes to do, it's comment on the criminal world, especially when there's a death. There's just so fucking much that's not adding up and that just pisses me the fuck off. My mind is hyper focused on Jess and making sure that she's safe. This is a clusterfuck. The more I think about Thomas, the angrier I get.

That cunt has managed to evade everyone. There's no doubt that he had this planned for a very fucking long time, and that makes me wonder what else he's got planned.

The silence spreads as we grow closer to the garda's house. The fucker has a huge house, and for someone who's on a cop's salary, I'm wondering how the fuck he managed to afford something like this. I breathe deeply through my nose, trying to quell the anger and bloodlust that's building inside of me.

"You ready for this?" Freddie asks once I turn off the engine. I turn to him, not needing to say a word, just glaring at him. He chuckles. "Just making sure. Let's go get this shit done and then get you back to Jessica."

I ignore him, knowing he's just trying to get a rise from me. That's not happening. Right now, I'm focused. I need to get this information, and that's all I need right now. Jess is safe. Maverick's with her and there's no way he'd ever let anything happen to her. I know she's safe, and that's why I'm here.

Getting into the house is easy, especially for Freddie. For such a fucking big house, the garda has very little security. The small bits that he does have, Freddie bypassed within a minute.

"Let's get this done," he says. Gone is the goading nature, and now it's sheer focus. He's good at what he does and that's why he's the one here with me.

"Christ," I growl as I enter his office. There's nothing fucking here. "Where the hell are his files?"

Freddie glances around the room and finds a safe hidden behind an ugly fucking painting. "Now that's what I call security measures," he says with a grin. "He's cautious. He's got the best safe in the world. Question is: why does he need it?"

"How long will it take you to open?" I ask as he gets started.

"Three minutes is my quickest time," he says with a grin, and I know he's going to try and beat that time.

I rifle through the drawers in his desk and let Freddie do what he needs to do. There's very little paperwork here. It's frustrating as hell that this could be a wasted trip.

I continue to go through everything in the office, but fuck, there's nothing. Not a fucking thing that could help us. All the paperwork is bills and bank information. Stupid man. He should have put that shit in his safe. I pocket the bank information, knowing that once I'm back and have seen Jess, I'll be making sure the fucker has no money left while I look through his transaction history. I want to know if he's on the O'Leary’s payroll.

"I'm in," Freddie exclaims as he opens the safe.

I grin when I see stacks and stacks of files in there. Here's fucking hoping it has the information we need.

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