Killian grimaces. “Yes, probably that, too. I was going to take care of them, but I thought you might like to do the honors.”
Thinking of everything their betrayal led to, my blood begins to boil. I curl my hands to fists. “You’re goddamn right I do. Send me whatever evidence you’ve got, as soon as you can.”
“Will do. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to saving the world. Give bhrèagha my regards.”
“That reminds me, asshole: I looked up that word. I know it means ‘beauty.’”
He sends me a bland stare, which I return with a smug smile, my anger with the Germans momentarily pushed aside.
“In Scottish Gaelic, not Irish Gaelic. You need to research your foreign language pet names a little better.”
Now he looks disturbed. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
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