Page 110 of Silenced

They’re glittering like a vein of gold uncovered in a mine.

Savannah: What the fuck are you doing there?

Me: I’m thinking about moving to Canada.

Savannah: Why?

Me: Maple syrup and ice hockey aren’t enough of a reason?

Savannah: No. I’ve made Aidan put feelers out for Harvey.

Savannah’s husband is the head of the Irish Mob in NYC, which means that Harvey is being sought by three different mafia factions…

Ha.

I can’tnotenjoy that delicious twist of fate even if my mind boggles over how Harvey has managed to stay off their radar for so long.

The guy couldn’t pee without getting it everywhere, but somehow he evades the Russians, the Albanians,andthe Irish?

God is apparently on his side.

Can’t be Hades… he’s on mine.

Me: Thank you, Savannah. Truly. You’ve been a better friend than I’ve been to you.

Savannah: Shut up. Like you wouldn’t help me if the tables were turned.

Savannah: Do you need money?

Me: No. Thank you, though. I really appreciate the offer, but I’ve found a job.

Savannah: I could get you into Canada today.

Me: I know, but I’m fine right now. I swear if I need your help, I’ll be in touch.

Savannah: Sooner rather than later?

Me: Yeah, I’ll keep you in the loop.

Savannah: Preferably before Harvey’s got his hands on you?

Those words, blasé but loaded with sarcasm, make me shudder.

God, if she only knew…

Me: Yeah. Before he gets within a mile of me.

That has him tensing beneath my lap.

Savannah: I know we fell out of contact, but I’d like it if we could be friends again?

Me: I’d like that too. <3 My shift is about to start, but I promise, I’ll keep in touch.

Savannah: <3

When I hand him the phone, I study his expressionless expression which belies the tension in his body.

“What’s wrong?”

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