Page 74 of Lawless Sinners

“No.”

“Are ya sure?”

I look him dead in the eye. “Why would he when Cormac still owes us money.”

He studies me in silence, and my skin starts to prickle because something turns over in my stomach.

A masked man. Both hands broken.

It couldn’t have been Fionn. Cormac is our guy on our turf. But my head gives me his voice anyway.

I notice men who put hands on things that don’t belong to them.

I clear my throat. “I’ve got stuff to do. It wasn’t us this time. Okay?”

When Saint nods, accepting the truth, I decide now’s the time to bring up the intel Fionn gave me.

I glance toward the office, then back at him. “I heard something about the Crowes.”

“From who?”

“A reliable source.”

His mouth thins. “Name.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Sera.”

“Don’t give me the big-brother voice, Saint. Just trust me.”

He folds his arms across his chest. “What did ya hear?”

“Apparently, they’re trying to move in on the port. They’re causing trouble and waiting for the families to start tearing chunks out of each other so they can creep in behind and take what’s left.”

Saint’s forehead furrows, and I step closer, lowering my voice.

“Our foreman was found dead in a Harrington container. My source told me he was planted there.”

His eyes stay on mine. “You think the Crowes killed him?”

“I think convenient chaos creates a smoke screen.”

“And your source?” he asks. “How reliable are they?”

“I don’t bring gossip to the table. I bring facts.”

He breathes out through his nose in a hard sigh. “I’ll look into it.”

“That’s all I ask,” I tell him, backing up.

Saint looks past me toward the main house, already thinking through angles, threats, names, consequences. Then his eyes cut to mine, and there’s a flicker of the younger Saint there.

“You’re gonna need a new horse to ride one of these days⁠—”

“Don’t,” I choke out, caught off guard.

“All I’m saying is, one day, when you’re ready, I’ll take ya to the sales. Me and you.”