Bab 181: Before I Leave

(WESLEY)

Arlo's question makes my pulse spike. "Why would I lie about that?"

"People lie." He shrugs. "Sometimes it could be for good reason." He stares at me, his gaze unusually piercing. Arlo is the easier going of my employers. Perhaps he is still reeling in the shock of what happened today. Maybe it is the reason why he is examining things more closely. Including me.

I decide that there is nothing wrong with telling the truth. "Yes, I am Irish."

"That's what I thought. Just to be clear, I'm only beefing with the Irish mafia. Not Irish people. I just wanted you to know that."

"I appreciate you saying that. There is just so much tension right now, I'd hate to be caught up in the anger that is supposed to be directed to the Sharks Clan."