Chapter 30
A low, vibrating noise wakes me from my shallow slumber. I look around, trying to figure out what it’s coming from. Cy’s phone on the dresser is glowing. I dive for it and see Victor Von Doom on the screen. I accept the call before I can reconsider. I spent Cy’s lifesavings and bought half of Ireland for this opportunity.
“You are aware of the rules about using the Swiss account.” It’s a statement posed by a man with an accent that matches Aset’s. My already-dry throat feels like it closes, and I hold my breath. “Did the Irish mob have a sword to your throat and the only way out of it was to spend an obscene amount of money at a place called—” he pauses and papers rustle “—Falcon Motorcycles? Well? Answer me?” he demands.
“Where’s my family?” I struggle to control the shakin
