Page 153 of Filthy Lies

Me: I didn’t message you for a lecture. I know I fucked up. It won’t happen again.

Rex: He wouldn’t give me any details…

Me: I was taken captive so the circumstances were less than ideal.

Rex: You’re safe now?

Me: I am.

Rex: How did you find this piece of shit if you’re out of the country?

Me: My source is solid.

Rex: They always are.

Rex: Priest isn’t ready to deal with this on his own.

Me: Can someone help him?

Rex: Amara?

Me: LOL.

Rex: Yeah, sorry. Bad joke. I just figure she’d probably get a kick out of it.

Me: She would.

Rex: Shame she doesn’t know how to keep a crime scene clean.

Rex: I can think about it. How urgent is the situation?

Me: Urgent.

Rex: Shit. At the risk of sounding like a fucking pussy, I don’t want to know the details.

Me: Trust me, you’re not a pussy.

Me: You know Conor O’Donnelly?

Rex: Know of him. Know Declan better.

Rex: Why?

Me: He says the Five Points will help.

Rex: Okay. With what in particular? Has shit changed with their father’s death?

“Making sure no arrests stick,” Conor answered, reading the message thread over my shoulder.

Me: Keeping you guys out of jail.

Rex: Sounds good. Send me the details. We’ll get Priest out there ASAP.

Me: Needs to be more than ASAP.

Rex: We’re on it.

Conor cupped my shoulder but neither of us said anything.

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