TWENTY-SEVEN
H RETURNED TO HIS SEAT and Daire went back to cooking.
Tess couldn’t believe it. “That’s it?” she asked.
“What did you expect?” H asked. “I can’t say anything other than that.”
Putting down her fork, she leaned over her plate. “You and these mysterious ‘Six’ cooked up some scheme to off the guy in charge of Olympus. You didn’t tell the boy you raised, the man who you said would be our primary instrument of success because you didn’t think he’d side with you. The whole thing imploded, Olympus went to s**t, and all you can say is ‘I was wrong’?”
“What else should I say?”
With her hands on the table, she pushed back. “I don’t know. But, geez, you want to talk strategy moving forward? How can you do that when nothing is resolved?”
“It is resolved.”
Tess was gobsmacked. “Wi
