Better Than Your Ex by Jimi Gaillard-Jefferson

Author:Jimi Gaillard-Jefferson
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-04-14T04:00:00+00:00

Cassidy

“I’m going to ask you for something crazy.” I leaned against Junie’s desk.

“Do you know who we work with?” Junie popped her gum. “I doubt it.”

“Really? What do they ask you for?”

“Recently? Dynamite. But Guy came over and shut it down before I could get more details.”

“Dyna-No. I don’t want to know. But that is kind of what I want to ask about.”

“Explosives? Cause I’ll tell you like I told O’Shea, C-4 is more sophisticated, cleaner, and easier for me to get my hands on.”

“How?”

“I grew up in Strawberry Fields. Mr didn’t clean it up that much.”

I laughed and grabbed a piece of gum out of her desk. “I need to talk to Guy. Is there a way for you to find out where he is?”

She picked up her phone. “Want me to text you the address or what?”

“You have his location?”

“I’m the emergency contact for every single person in this building and the men they with. Yes. I have locations.”

“Emergency contact?”

“Well.” She flipped highlighter orange braids over her shoulder. “I would be if they had any sense.”

“You hacked their phones?”

“I designated myself as their safety monitor. You want the address or not?”

The address Junie gave me led me to a hotel. Or at least the sign said it would be a hotel. One day. I parked and got out of the car. A stocky man jogged up to me.

“Press aren’t supposed to come until tomorrow.”

I smiled. “I’m not with the press. I’m here to see Guy? Could you tell him-”

“-he’s married. Happily. His wife’s pregnant.”

“Yes, I know. I work at Beyond with her. Could you tell him Cassidy is here?”

“You’re a friend of O’Shea’s?”

“She’s backed me into a couple corners.” I shrugged.

He laughed. “Yeah. You know her. Come on.”

He got me a hardhat and led me through the noise of tools and men yelling to Guy who was busy with a jackhammer.

“Boss.” A finger was jerked towards me.

The jackhammer went quiet and my ears rang from the sudden absence of noice. Gloves like catcher’s mitts and oversized glasses fell away.

“Cassidy?”

“Hey, Guy.” It occurred to me how awkward this whole thing was. He didn’t know me, and I didn’t know him. And what was I even there to say? “There’s nothing wrong with O’Shea or anything.”

“I know.” He motioned for me to follow him over to a makeshift table covered with plans and pulled out a chair for me. “Junie would call me if there was. We have an agreement after-Anyways.”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re here for you. And Cahir. Talk to me about it.”

“I had things to say but now-” I shook my head. “It made sense in the car.”

“Always makes sense during the drive.” He nodded.

I liked him. Had always liked him. My father loved football and told me about Guy. Showed me highlight reels and explained in careful words and tones why Guy was one of the best things to happen to the City both on and off the field. He even did business with him. Brought him into Baltimore real estate development and restoration and said Guy was the best rival he had.

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