Fourteen
Disclosure
In the spirit of friendship, of camaraderie, which, according to Finan, is where we are heading, we make more coffee, slide into my porch’s Adirondack chairs, and I tell Finan everything.
Everything.
Even the parts Rupert told me to keep close. I share that Kelly has allegedly confessed to the murder of Derek Irving, that they found her phone on Cordelia Beach, that no one has any leads on where Ainsley/Iona currently is on the planet. I then tell him about Jacinta Ramirez, how she appeared in my cabin that night after the arrests were made, how she is living somewhere on Thalia, in a bunker built by my grandfather, and I haven’t seen her since, other than the offerings she leaves outside my door.
“Do you think she’s involved with Dea Vitae?” Finan fidgets with one
