Page 101 of Filthy Little Regrets
Paige scans the notes, then drops the paper onto the table. “That’s it?”
“There was a vote,” I tell her, looking at my own copy. “They decided what company to target next too. Sigma Cyber Solutions. From what I could find, Sigma is owned by a sketchy man named Todd, who has a restraining order?—”
“This is all fascinating, but none of this has anything to do with the mafia.”
Right. I knew she wouldn’t care about Todd, but I figured I’d show her I’m trying to get something. “I haven’t seen or heard anything about them,” I admit.
“Mace is meeting with Vito in a few days.”
I frown. “How do you know that?”
She lifts an eyebrow. “You don’t think you’re my only source, do you?”
Okay, you condescending bitch. “If you have other sources with better intel, why do you need me?”
“Full coverage.” Paige looks at the folder. “What else did you find?”
“Just text messages that aren’t important. I have his work and personal calendar for the next month printed out...” And it apparently doesn’t include the meeting with the mafia. “Other than that, I have his bank account details.”
She tilts her head. “I didn’t ask you for that.”
“I thought maybe there’d be a paper trail.”
“There’s not,” she informs me.
“I realized that.” I sigh. “Listen, I’ve planted spyware on his computer and his phone. Outside of waltzing into Vito’s house with Mace, I don’t know how to find the evidence you need.”
She hums. “Maybe you should give that a try.”
“That sounds like a good way to get shot,” I say with a dry laugh. Vito already threatened to kill me once.
“Listen, I don’t want to tell you how to do your job, but if you can’t find what I need on Mace’s computers, try Darius. Between the two of them, there’ll be something of interest.”
That would mean another visit to Rex Technologies, which may be hard to do with Mace all but avoiding me. There’s no way I’m telling Agent Smith I’m worried Mace might be on my trail. With no other choice but to go along, I exhale and nod. “Yeah, okay. I can do that.”
She nods. “Good. I’m on assignment for the next month, but you have my number. If you don’t have something by the time I’m back...you know what I’ll have to do.”
I scowl. “You catch more flies with honey.”
“They still die in vinegar.” She lifts a shoulder and stands. “Text me if you find somethingof immediate interest. Otherwise, I’ll see you in a month. Walk me out so your little friend out there doesn’t get suspicious.”
Fighting to keep the glare off my face, I gather the paperwork, place it back in the folder, and lead her out of the conference room.
“Oh, I can’t thank you enough,” she says as we emerge. I’ll give it to her—her acting is amazing, but the syrupy tone and suburban mom act grates along my skin. Paige places a hand on my arm. “You’re an angel.”
My smile is all teeth and mostly a grimace. “I’m here to help.”
She smirks at me, twinkles her fingers at Tony, and leaves.
I release a huff and head to my desk, putting the folder back in the drawer and shutting it with more force than necessary.
“You okay, Red?”
Get it together, Cass.Steadying myself, I force a pleasant expression and nod. “Yeah, she was a lot.”
“Nice ass, though.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Ew, Tony.”
