Chapter 28
REGGIE
My phone rings in my pocket again, just as I’m signing on the dotted line. I grunt and pull it out.
The little black kitten purrs from inside the crate. I swear to God if I get lumbered with looking after this scratching machine there will be hell to pay.
I don’t do pets. I want to make an effort with her. Make it right after what I said.
I answer the call.
“Tim?” I greet him.
It’s never good having the commissioner call me.
“One second,” I whisper to the lady, and head outside for some privacy.
“Just got a call from a local bar, your brother and some British woman nearly killed a guy on the dance floor.”
My blood boils.
“Excuse me?”
“Look, someone called it in. Are you going to clean this up, or do I need to? It’ll cost Declan double than usual seeing as there are witnesses.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“I’ll pay you triple. I’ll arrange cleanup, but I need a favor.”
“I’m listening,” he tells me.