“The day Byrne sent the order for her to be tracked,” she answered.
“Byrne?” Siren asked, coming down the stairs. “He was the one tracking me?”
I nodded.
She handed me the pill before getting a glass of water.
“I think we can all agree that whatever is in that safe has nothing to do with the missing crown jewels.”
No one spoke, but everyone in the room nodded in my direction.
“Who do you think took it?” Siren asked.
“Whoever Byrne sent to Kinsale,” answered Casper.
“And you followed,” Siren whispered.
“That’s right.”
“We need to rethink our base,” Decker muttered.
“I can make arrangements—”
Deck interrupted Hughes. “Somewhere that IMI can’t track us.”
“Look, if you want me out—”
“I didn’t say that. I said we need to find somewhere IMI can’t track us. If you can’t work within those parameters, leave.” Decker looked from Hughes, who didn’t make a move to walk out, to Casper. “What’s Byrne’s twenty?”
“The quarterly meetings concluded last week, so he should be back in Dublin.”
“Then, you stay put for now.”
“Copy that.”
“The safe is likely still in Ireland.”
“You’re probably right, Smoke,” said Deck. “Either still somewhere in Kinsale, if not already in Dublin.”
Hughes was studying something on his phone.
“What’s up?” I asked.
He looked first at O’Brien and then at me. He walked over and handed me the phone; Siren looked over my shoulder.
“Have a seat, Gene,” I said.
“They found Jimmy, didn’t they?”
“They did.”
Gene put his head in his hands.
“We need to get Uncle Gene to a safe location,” suggested Siren. “I have to change Smoke’s bandages before I can leave.”
“You aren’t going anywhere,” said Deck, packing up his stuff.
“What do you mean?”