“Ah, Ronin!” Barclay jovially greeted. “Have you had dinner?”
“Yes, I’ve eaten,” Ronin said, not bothering to fake a smile.
“Then come and join me for a drink.”
Ronin sat in a chair while the butler brought them glasses and a decanter of brandy. He poured and presented the glasses to them before departing. Barclay settled in his chair for a long drink. Ronin stared at his glass. He didn’t feel like drinking.
Ronin had left Deirdre crying herself to sleep after a silent meal. Everything was falling apart. First, Gus left, and now it seemed Fin was halfway out the door. They couldn’t exactly disappear since Ronin now knew where Gus had set up his new home, but retrieving him from it would be no simple task given the fact the men he sent there couldn’t even secure a small child.
Ronin
