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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ryan

I need this fucking fixed.

Sir?

FIX IT! For fucks sake, do I have to spell it out for you?

Okay, okay, message received, loud and clear. Don’t worry sir, I’ll take care of it.

I don’t want any more fuck ups, you hear me? This was not how things were supposed to go down. To think I trusted you with everything, Jesus Christ.

Sir, Mr. Fitz-

Don’t you say another fucking word.

Sorry.

[Loud exhale] Look, just get the job done. Archie will be in touch with the details. Call me when it’s over.

Will do, sir. You can count on me.

Good, don’t make me regret this.

I wo-

[Dial tone]

“Wow, he actually thinks if this guy doesn’t say his name that we won’t know it’s him?” I say, shaking my head in amazement. “Like we don’t monitor everything this asshole does?”

Joe chuckles. “I know, right? Either he’s dumber than we thought or that redhead of yours has well and truly pissed him off.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Ah yeah, I’m going with the latter on this one.”

“We should tell the captain,” Joe says. “Work out what we do next.”

I let out a long breath before taking a sip of coffee. “Yeah, I know. Come on, let’s go.”

I grab the recording and we both walk out of my office and head to the captain’s, where he ushers us in.

“Updates?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes, something pretty good too.”

Rather than explaining what we’ve got, I put the recorder on his desk and hit play. As Fitzgerald’s gravelly voice cuts through the silence of the office, it’s not hard to hear just how agitated he is. I’m not sure what Erin said to him when she saw him yesterday, but whatever it is, it’s worked. And as much as I hate the idea of her having anything more to do with this guy, even if he is her father, I can’t help but be grateful that what she’s done might actually finally get us somewhere.

When the recording is finished, the captain looks at both of us. “Do we know who he was speaking to?”

Joe nods and slides over the folder. “Hamish Donnelly,” he says. “Frequent flyer in the system as a kid and not much has changed since he allegedly grew up.”

“Part of Fitzgerald’s crew?” the captain asks, opening up the folder and looking through this guy’s record.

“Seems like it,” I add. “Although relatively minor stuff from what we can tell. Definitely not the gun thing, so probably more of a courier type.”

“Think he’s in with Macklin too?”

I shrug. “One would assume so, yeah,” I say. “From what Erin told me, Macklin was essentially groomed to take over, so I’d guess that would include both the business and the crew. There’s no evidence to suggest he’s cleaned house and given Fitzgerald is clearly still involved, it wouldn’t be a smart move on Macklin’s part if he did.”