Page 51 of Dublin Charmer
“Just play it cool. Nothing has changed.”
I swallow hard and answer.
“I need you on the traffic lights and CCTV,” Gravely barks without preamble. “We have a sighting for the remaining two McGuire boys and my men are all the way on the other side of the fucking city. Confirm the sighting, watch to see if the McGuire rats try to scurry away, and give my men green lights so they can get there and end this fucking war.”
Finn leans forward, listening intently and starts texting.
“What’s the address of where they’re hiding?” I’m impressed with myself that despite my anxiety, my voice sounds steady.
When Gravely recites the address, Finn quickly pulls it up on his phone, his eyes widening. He types a note and shows me:It’s five minutes from us. How far are his teams?
“All right, I’m calling that up now. How far out are your teams?”
Gravely curses. “No more than ten minutes if everything goes right.”
Finn nods, typing furiously. A moment after Finn hits send, the trailer takes a rough right turn, and I shoot Finn a questioning look.
He types:Kieran can’t go alone for extraction and Gallagher can’t leave me alone on the south side. If I’m recognized, we’re both done for. Looks like we’re going on a rescue mission.
Oh, amazing.
“Are you listening to me, bitch?” Gravely snaps.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m listening. I’m also doing what you asked me to do. Excuse me if my attention was divided while I was locating your men.” I call up my access to the traffic control grid and Finn’s mouth falls open.
He types:You are a badass.
I roll my eyes and get back to tracking Gravely’s incoming team. “Where are they exactly and what are they driving?”
“You’re making this more difficult than it needs to be. Just turn the lights green.”
I snort. “You realize I can’t just make all the lights green in the city, don’t you? I have to find your men and follow them as they drive.”
“Don’t get smart with me. My head is splitting in two and I’m in no fucking mood.”
“Hey, you asked for my help here, not the other way around. I can only do my job if I have all the information.”
“And you’re a right cunt and need to be careful because I’m getting tired of having to set you in your place.”
A murderous look flashes in Finn’s eyes as he listens, but I shake my head. It doesn’t matter what Billy Gravely spouts off. He’s a small man who tries to make himself feel important by shitting on others.
In the silence that follows, I search the traffic feeds until I find the incoming force. There are three different teams coming in from different points in the city. Luckily, they’re still a good distance out.
The trailer stops with a jolt, and I turn to look out the window. Kieran and Gallagher have bolted across the street and are entering the building.
“Have you got them?”
“I’m working on it.”
“Work harder.”
“Okay, yep, I’ve got two of them and am changing the lights for them. There’s a lot of traffic, though, and I can’t do anything about that.”
I look out the window again, willing Kieran and Gallagher to emerge with Piper’s brothers. The irony isn’t lost on me that I’m helping them find her brothers so that they’ll help me find mine.
“Okay, I’ve got the third team and am paving their way.”
Two heart-stopping minutes later, the Dublin Devils emerge with two guys who jump into the back of the flower van. Gallagher returns to my truck, and we’re driving away before Gravely’s men are even close.
