Page 29 of Mafia Secrets
The story sounds terribly familiar to Alexis’. She couldn’t have double crossed me. She was too calm. There was nothing about her behavior that stood out.
“Did she have red hair?”
“Yes, I can show you a photo when we get to Navan.”
She was a turncoat.
“Do you have a phone?” I ask.
George gives me a doubtful look. “I’ll make sure you get your phone call when we reach the station.”
I hold out my hand, sick of dealing with this juvenile gardai. “Phone”
He finally places it in my hand, and I dial Darragh’s number. He answers on the sixth ring. “It’s me; are you still in Kells?”
“Yeah, we got back into the hotel. They are doing their final sweep of the building.”
“They won’t find anything. Alexis caused this. She’s working with Mike McGuiness.”
I can hear traffic zoom past in the background. “Funny because I’m looking at her.”
I take a peek at the Gardai, he might be on my payroll, but I have zero trust. “I'd have a word and get rid of the SIM card.” I finally say, letting him know this line isn’t clean.
“Thanks.” He hangs up, and I delete the call from the log before popping out the SIM.
“What are you doing?” He asks as I roll down the window and through his phone out first. Then I bend the SIM so it can’t be used and throw it further down the road.
“It will be replaced,” I say.
“I had my family photos on that.”
I glance at him, and I hope he can see the warning in my eyes to shut the fuck up.
He smartly does. Shortly after, we pull up at Navan Garda station. I would finally get to explain everything to Lily; only when I arrive at the front desk to be booked in, George is informed she isn’t here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LILY
I’vebeenreleased,andto say I’m exhausted is an understatement. I have to stop at my mother’s as I don’t have my house keys; they are in my purse in Kells.
The moment I pull up in a squad car outside my house, my mother is out the door. The Gardai let me out of the back, and my mother wraps her arm around my shoulders, cutting the Gardai a narrowed-eye look before getting me into the house.
The minute the door is closed, she takes me in from head to toe. Her concern is something I haven’t experienced before.
“Let's get you a cup of coffee.” She stops at the kitchen table and places me in one of the chairs. I normally would never let her care for me, as I know it always costs something, but I’m too tired to fight, and right now, I do need some looking after me and some answers.
“Mike reported me missing,” I say.
My mother’s hand shakes, the coffee granules spill. She curses and starts to gather it up, wiping the coffee from the counter into her open palm. “Did he?” She questions, but something is off about her voice, just like I noticed the other day when Daniel was here.
“Yeah, he accused Daniel O’Reagan of kidnapping me.” I watch her closely as she fills two cups with boiling water. “How ridiculous.” Her answer doesn’t make sense.
“I thought you would be horrified to think your brother was telling such lies. I mean, accusing someone of kidnapping is a serious crime.”
My mother glances at me for the first time. “You’re here, and you're safe. That’s all that matters.”
I shake my head, and she ignores me as she gets milk from the fridge.