“Who the f**k is Camilla?” I exclaim, confused.
But when Babydoll finally meets my eyes, I understand what she’s sorry for. “Me. But call me Cami.”
Brody places his arm around her, like he didn’t just hold a gun to her some minutes ago. “Aye, y’are. When Camilla phoned me, telling me her ma was sick with cancer and she needed help, it was like the Lord himself delivered her to me.
“I needed someone ya didn’t know to befriend ye. But she did more than that, didn’t she?”
I beseech she tell me he’s lying, but Brody Doyle has spoken no lies. Ironically, he’s the only person who’s told me the truth.
“It was a fair trade—find out everything she could about the Kellys, about ye, and tell me everythin’ she found out. In return, I would ensure her ma was taken care of financially as cancer tre
