Not bad odds, Connie thought.
Then again, the guys voicing their opinions were only commentators. Their opinions didn’t really count.
The door to his penthouse apartment slammed shut, but Connie didn’t even bother to look and see who it was. He knew it was Aidan and he hoped that Aidan had brought some news back from Connecticut with him.
Aidan plopped down across from his gray Italian leather sofa on the matching loveseat and crossed his legs. Connie waited a second for him to talk then without taking his eyes of the television screen asked, “Well, what did you get?”
“Nothing,” Aidan replied. “The girl is clean. She goes to class. Spends time with that fellow of hers. I even watched her at the campus library.” Aidan stretched his arm out along the length of the loveseat. “I think you’ve lost your touch.”
Connie scoffed and rolled his eyes over to Aidan’s. “I have not.” The first thing a rat shows when they know they’ve been found out is fear. He knew he saw fear in Teagan’s eyes the day he happened upon her at the Fifth Street Diner. “We’ll just have to resort to other methods.”
Aidan sighed then pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated. Connie knew he hated being the go-to guy. He hated being the one to have to travel, watch people, and then report back to Connie. Aidan could go ahead and blame himself if he wanted to complain about it. If he didn’t want to be errand boy for things like this he should have never mentioned that he used to be a cop. “What methods are going to suggest that we use?” Aidan shifted in his spot, bringing his elbows to his knees. “I won’t harm the girl.”
That was bold of him. Even though Connie was certain he wouldn’t harm the girl—yet—that was the first time Aidan had ever spoken out to him. He had always been a loyal lap dog and had done what he had been told to. Connie slanted his eyes at
the ginger and seriously considered keeping him on a shorter leash because of Aidan speaking to him that way. “I wasn’t going to suggest you harm the girl,” Connie barked out. “I was going to suggest tapping her phone line.”
There was only so much you could learn about watching a person from a far. If you wanted the intimate details of their life you had to go farther. Dig deeper. Connie was certain by tapping Teagan’s phone he’d get all the answers he was looking for. He’d be able to pinpoint that she was the rat for sure and not just base it on a hunch.
Aidan stood slowly and walked to the door as Connie’s eyes averted back to the television screen. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked in a cool, calm voice.
“You just told me to go tap the girl’s phone line.”
“I didn’t mean now.” Connie beckoned him over with a flit of his finger. “Come watch the fight. You can leave first thing in the morning.”
Aidan walked back over to the loveseat and sat back down. His eyes followed Connie’s to the television screen. “I see the odds are in the boy-o’s favor.”
“Indeed they are my friend,” Connie chuckled. “You know what that means?”
Aidan narrowed his eyes. “You bet on the fight, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“How much?”
“Twenty large.”
“How much will you gain if he wins?”
“Triple that,” Connie replied with a twisted smile.
Aidan shook his head. “Don’t you have enough money?”
Connie had millions of dollars. Some from legal transactions like real estate, ownership of bars and restaraunts, but he had plenty more from illegal transactions. Bribes, selling narcotics, stealing. He settled into his spot on the couch further and rolled his eyes towards his wing man, a wicked gleam sparkling in his pair of emerald eyes. “A man can never have too much money, Aidan.”
Silence.
Then Aidan changed the subject. “What are you going to do about Sean?”
His out of the blue question puzzled Connie. Mainly because he had no idea what Aidan was referring to. “What do you mean what am I going to do about Sean?”
“When he finds out.”
Connie faced Aidan with an arched eyebrow. “About?”
“Teagan.”
His mouth fell open, but he closed it quickly. Aidan threw him for a loop. For the first time ever, he didn’t have an answer so he simply stated, “We’ll figure that out after we listen to her calls.”