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“Keep eating.”

I pick at a piece of chicken with my fingers. “Are ya going after the Crowes?”

His mouth curves, but there is no warmth in it now.

“Aren’t you?”

I stare at him as he walks inside, not waiting for an answer.

I stay in the hall, gazing into a room that belongs to him.

There’s a huge bed neatly made at the far wall and a leather chair next to the small window. On the desk that’s covered in beige folders sits a closed laptop and a brass lamp.

Through an open door on the right, I glimpse black tile and golden taps. Through another, rows of shirts hang in a room dedicated to clothes.

“Sera,” he says without turning. “You can come in. I don’t expect you to linger in the hall all night.”

“This is such a bad idea,” I mutter, moving inside.

“Good to see I have your obedience now.”

I stick up my middle finger. “I pick my battles wisely.”

I walk past him before he can look too pleased with himself and cross to the bed, sitting on the edge of his mattress and spearing a piece of chicken with the fork.

Fionn props his hip against the desk and watches me.

“Want some?” I ask, chewing. “It’s actually nice for something that was made here.”

He comes toward me, joggers sitting low, his abdomen carved and smooth, and stops in front of me.

Instead of taking the fork, he reaches into the dish and pulls out a piece of chicken with his fingers.

“You were right, by the way,” I say.

Fionn’s brows drift up. “About?”

“That foreman,” I say. “The guy who was killed in one of your containers.”

Fionn drags a thumb over the edge of his mouth.

“We dug a little deeper, and it wasn’t your men who killed him.”

“No,” he says quietly. “It wasn’t.”

“The Crowes paid someone in our crew to let their butcher in,” I tell him. “They got him through the gate, dragged the foreman into your container, hacked him to pieces, and made sure the body pointed straight at you.”

Fionn nods. “Did you find the man who opened the gate?”

“No. He disappeared.”

“Dead?”

“Probably.”

“Crowes like tidy endings.”

I glance up at him. “You sound familiar with their work.”