"How long has this been going on?" Cillian asks.
"Years, based on how comfortable they were together," I reply. "This isn't new."
Sorcha leans forward, giving me another glimpse of cleavage that makes my mouth go dry. "Byrne mentioned 'other intelligence' from Moran's people. They're feeding him information to target your family while protecting their own operations."
"Eliminate the competition through law enforcement," Orla says. "Classic corruption."
Cillian drums his fingers on the table. "What are our options?"
"Expose everything," Sorcha answers without hesitation. "Federal corruption, Moran cooperation, the whole damn network."
"Risky for you," I point out, hating how true it is. "Byrne finds out you've switched sides, you're dead."
"I'm dead anyway if this continues. He's accelerating because Moran wants your territory." Sorcha meets my eyes, and something electric passes between us. "At least fighting back gives us control."
The way she says 'us' makes my chest tight. When did she become part of us? When did I start wanting her to be?
Orla spreads more documents across the table. "Legal framework for federal corruption cases. We need irrefutable evidence."
"More than photographs?" Cillian asks.
"Financial records. Communication logs. Multiple sources." Orla traces the requirements with her finger. "Build a case that can't be dismissed or buried."
I consider what we need operationally. "Surveillance on Byrne. Document his meetings, payments, communications with Moran."
"And infiltration of their operation," Sorcha adds. "I maintain my cover while gathering evidence from inside."
"That's fucking suicide," I snap, the words coming out harsher than intended.
Her eyes flash. "It's the job."
"The job doesn't matter if you're dead."
"This corruption threatens both our interests," she continues, ignoring my concern. "Your family's freedom and my integrity as law enforcement."
Cillian looks between us, and I realize my protective instincts are showing. "You're proposing we help a federal agent build a case."
"Against other federal agents working with your enemies," Orla clarifies. "Strange allies, but effective ones."
I see the strategic value, even through my desire to lock Sorcha away somewhere safe. "Better fighting corruption together than getting destroyed separately."
"Agreed." Cillian stands. "What do you need from us?"
Sorcha pulls out a notepad, all business despite the danger. "Access to your financial systems. Documentation of legitimate versus questionable income streams. Evidence of Moran interference with your operations."
"And protection," I add, meeting her eyes. "If Byrne suspects your loyalty, he'll eliminate you."
"Family protection extends to allies," Cillian says, but his gaze moves between Sorcha and me like he's seeing something new. "You'll have our full support."
Orla gathers her legal documents. "I'll coordinate with federal prosecutors I trust. Build cases against Byrne and Moran at the same time."
"How long do we have?" I ask.
"Five days," Sorcha answers. "Byrne expects major intelligence by Friday. We either deliver enough evidence to destroy him, or he destroys us."
The room falls silent. Five days to expose federal corruption, eliminate the Moran threat, and protect both criminal and law enforcement interests.
"Resources?" Cillian asks.
