Troubles
‘Is this Conor man connected to Rainey?’ Eimile asked.
I hesitated.
She leaned forward. ‘Come on, tell me.’
‘Well, honestly, I’m not sure. I mean, there’s no hard evidence linking them, but Rainey fled to West Suwan, where Conor is based. So…’
‘I see.’ Eimile nodded. ‘That bitch’s still alive, huh.’
If anyone hated Rainey more than Kieran or I did, it was Eimile.
Her older brother died because of Rainey.
It wasn’t just hatred I saw in the girl’s eyes when she removed the sunglasses.
It was a thirst for blood.
‘But she can’t make waves anymore,’ I said. ‘She’s been tossed out, disowned, disinherited. She doesn’t have a loyal henchman anymore.’
In other words, forget about revenge.
Eimile said nothing.
‘Kieran reached out to his friends in Interpol,’ I added. ‘They are keeping an eye on Rainey. If she tries to get back to the country, we’ll know.’
‘Okay.’ Eimile gave a thin smile.
Despite her funereal outfit, or maybe because of it, she exuded a kind of mysterious allure that was hard to
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