"Kavanagh–wait, the Irish boss's son?" I sit up on my seat, now leaning on the desk, my attention at full. We have a few business relations with the Irish, but Sebastian has never been to any of those functions. I didn't know he knew any of them."You're friends with him?"
"Yeah, I ran into him a few years back. He owes me a few favors."
I don't want to get into what those favors are. That's his problem. But I'm curious. "And this Ciarán?"
He speaks while his eyes are on his screen. "He has lots of connections. And he'll most likely know where to find these two. He hates the Ukrainians, but knows of them. However, I can't personally go to see him or call him. So I have to call his lawyer."
"Why not?"
Sebastian raises a finger, a signal for me to hold my queries, then his thumbs fly across the screen fast before he presses it to his ear. "I need to speak to Ciarán.
"Who am I? You don't have to know that.
