Chapter Twenty-One
The cell phone in Orla’s purse buzzed before she reached the car, on the screen was William Turk’s caller ID. She almost dropped the phone.
“He just killed a man, and now he’s calling me. What could he possibly want?” Orla hissed.
“Just pick up the phone and stay calm, baby,” Lorcan soothed.
Orla blew out a breath and picked up. “Hello?” she greeted.
“Orla, I’ve changed the plan now . . .” William said at the other end of the line.
“I’ve changed my plan too,” Orla cut in firmly.
“What? You know you can’t back out of the job, right? You don’t want to upset me, Orla.”
“What do you want?” Orla asked.
“I need to speak with you in person. Same place. In half an hour.”
“I’m not even in the country,” Orla raised her voice.
“I know where you are, and I need to speak
