Chapter 7
BUTCHER
“Fecking idiot,” I mutter, banging my head back against the front door I've just shut, berating myself. “Not only did I act like a teenager, I also frightened the life out of them.”
From my office, a phone beeps. I know what it is. I’ve only just got back home, and already I’ve got another piece of shit that I’ll need to watch and then dispatch. My contact is never wrong. Makes me wonder why I’ve never seen his father’s name on my list. Maybe I will someday.
It only reiterates that I’m not good enough for the angel and her cherub next door. I don’t know what I was thinking. My hands are stained red with the blood of my enemies; I shouldn’t contemplate touching her with them.
I should leave them alone, content to live next to them, knowing that they’re safe.
Unlocking the drawer with the second phone, I open the message.
Aiden Kelly: Check the locker.
Okay.
That’s it. We keep our contact minimal. Aiden with his connections in government, and me with my connections to the underworld seem like an unlikely partnership, but we work.
We have done so for many years, and I’m sure we will for many more to come.