The moment my attention is on Piper, Rooney takes the opportunity to slip away and duck inside the car. He returns with a file in his hands, then thrusts it at me. “Here. The information you asked for,” he explains. “I found everything there was to find and compiled it here. Some of it is in my own handwriting to avoid using the printers.”
The file on Piper’s background. I almost forgot I requested it. So much has happened in the interim.
“Maybe you can still take direction after all.” He starts to grin, but before he gets too far down that road, I add, “Now, show me you can understand what I’m saying by obeying this very simple instruction: get the f**k out of my sight.”
Rooney’s jaw clicks under the strain of his teeth grinding together, but after a second, he slips into his car and d
