Page 177 of Broken Lies
Doyle’s eyes widen, and I have no doubt he would currently be standing in a pile of piss if it weren’t for the fact he had already emptied his bladder.
“The door was unlocked.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I swear, Kieran! See for yourself.”
My fists tighten in his shirt, and for a split second, I consider slamming Doyle’s head against the concrete.
But that won’t solve the problem right in front of me.
“I hope to God you’re wrong.” I let go of Doyle.
He slumps against the wall as I stalk over to the door.
I run my hands over the lock and check the front and back for any sign of forced entry. But there is none. It’s completely intact, which means whoever killed Finn did, in fact, have a key.
“Fuck!” I kick the metal door.
The impact echoes around the cell, and a sharp pain shoots through my foot, but I barely notice.
Fury boils inside me, hot and unrelenting.
I walk over to Finn’s body and crouch down, noting the fact that his wrists and ankles are still bound.
“The locks weren’t forced, which means whoever did this had access to this cell.”
“You think it was an inside job?” Doyle asks.
“Is that a confession?”
“N-no, I swear, I didn’t do this! Kieran, you have to believe me?—”
“Enough! I don’t have time to listen to your blubbering, Doyle.”
Doyle immediately shuts up, and I pull out my phone and call Ronan.
“Have you got the information?” Ronan asks.
“Finn’s dead.”
His silence stretches on for a beat too long, to the point where I’m not sure if he heard me or not.
“What?” he eventually asks.
I grit my teeth as I stare down at Finn’s limp and bloodied body.
“Slit across the throat. Doyle said he stepped out for five minutes to piss and came back to find him dead. The locks weren’t forced, so whoever it was must have had a key. Unless, of course, Doyle here is lying…”
I shoot Doyle a look over my shoulder and fight the urge to roll my eyes at how pathetic he looks.
Why the fuck we keep someone so spineless on our payroll is beyond me, but maybe after today, that will change.
“Doyle doesn’t have it in him. Which means someone else on the inside must have done it.”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“Fuck, it’s Stephen all over again.”
