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He squeezed me to him and kissed the side of my head “That’s sweet of you I hear he can be difficult”

“Like father, like son”

Man, it felt nice to hear his laughter again

Chapter 18

This was more personal than ever

Day four and counting Still no sign of the funder I’d gotten precisely fifteen , the day we drove into town, and that was it I hadn’t seen the cliffs I hadn’t been to the boardwalk I hadn’t seen the sunset I hadn’t even gotten a lousy restaurant dinner with my man

Instead, I was stuck in an attic apartment of an old, German-style timber house There were oddly s, tourists all over the place, and street signs pointing to various attractions

If binoculars could ht any moment now

Why couldn’t this Western Union agent work regular bank hours? Why did it have to be a corner store that closed at fucking ht?

I’d forgotten how much stakeouts infuriated me

They tended to turn me into a chain smoker too

I should’ve been in a nice hotel right now, preferably naked and writhing under Shan as he fuckedin the dustyon the fourth floor in a guest apart, I’d worn the saly fake tattoo that slithered up ically re out Irish punk rock so I could stay awake, and I aiting for Shan to come back with another takeout meal

“Coh the scopes, wishing we could’ve found a location closer to the transfer place I was three cobblestone streets ahichmost of my view on the western side of the corner store I could only see about thirty feet of the narrow sidewalk The north-south route to the store was much better; I had an unobstructed view of that entire street

Theto alert e on my laptop on the chair next to me I scanned the streets once more, then squatted down to check the server

GET TARGET BEFORE TRANSFER BEFORE TRANSFER Details follow

We intercepted a dispatched file going out to three recipients Asome home addresses Yours, Finn’s, mine, Colm’s The office, Mick’s bar, JJ’s wife’s coffee shop, Old Phil’s bodega, four associate underground clubs, and two loosely affiliated bars