Page 26 of Say My Name

Finn arrives fifteen minutes after me and parks his white Durango next to mine. I slip out of my car and slide into the soft leather front seat of his.

“Anything to report?” Finn asks, getting right down to business. He’s not known for his chitchat, and I don’t think he’s ever asked me anything about myself. Not that I care to know anything personal about him either.

“Good morning to you too,” I say. “I’m doing good. Thanks for asking.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s too early for pleasantries. Anything to report?”

“I’ve asked all the cocktail servers for their take on Devereaux, and it’s always the same answer. He doesn’t talk much. But I found something interesting.” I shift in my seat.

“We questioned Julie’s roommate and found out she had a major thing for Devereaux.”

“Thing? What kind of thing?” My heart pounds in anticipation of his answer.

“We questioned Devereaux about it.”

My heart is at risk of having a heart attack with how quickly it beats. “You did? What did he say?” I almost wish I could have been there while they were questioning him.

“He said he never acted on it. Said he’s never done anything with his employees.”

I want to breathe a sigh of relief and that reaction has me questioning why I’m happy he did nothing with Julie. Yet, is he telling the truth?

Can we even believe anything he says?

“What about Benedict Cole?” I ask, changing the subject.

Finn shakes his head. “He’s a priest.”

Not something I was expecting him to say. “What? He is?” I think back to the night I saw him in the club, remembering him dressed all in black. “He wasn’t dressed like one. Don’t they normally wear the white cuff thingy?”

Finn shrugs. “He’s over at Saint Ignatius Loyola.”

“Never heard of it.”

“We paid him a visit.”

“And?” I ask, waiting on the edge of my seat for the answer.

“And nothing, kid. He says he’s not a member. There’s no way to say he’s lying without giving you up, so I’ve got Geneva following him.”

“How long has she been following him?”

“Few days.”

“Find out anything?”

Finn laughs. “Yeah, he’s a boring motherfucker.”

I shift in my seat so I’m facing the front windshield. “I can’t believe he’s a priest.” In his defense, he joins none of the action, so maybe he’s doing something innocent in that room upstairs.

Like praying?

Highly doubtful, but you never know.

I need to find out.

“Have you been able to get any info from Devereaux Huxley?”

“I hardly ever see him.” Just a few quick interactions that have left me completely out of breath and more confused than I was before they happened. They’re really not the type of interactions I’d tell Finn about. “He intervened when some guy got a little rough with me.”

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