Chapter 243: Take Pity on An Invalid, Angel
(SASHA)
But Tyler, when I ask him later that night, is perplexed.
"Looking for something?" he parrots blankly.
"Gloria and I thought you might have an idea of what they were looking for."
"You thought I might have an idea what they were looking for?" His brow wrinkles, and there’s a change in his attitude. "Sasha," he says carefully, "honey. You can’t really think I’ve been working with the Irish?"
I let out a short laugh, although I’m coming to the end of my tether with all these paranoia insinuations. "Of course not," I say sharply, and then add, "I’m not accusing you of anything."
"Then...why do you think I might know something?"
I recount my conversation with Gloria. He looks doubtful, but less worried about my mental state when I finish.
"Well, I have no idea what they might be looking for, sorry. Money?"
"They always want that," I allow, "but if that was all they wanted, why target you—or us, for that matter? Wouldn’t they...rob a bank? Hack someone’s Bitcoin? There are easier ways. Launching a paramilitary assault on two private residences and a hospital seems, well...excessive."
I’m finally getting through to Tyler, who looks thoughtful. "I mean, good point, husband. But I still can’t think of anything they’d want from me." He shoots me a look. "I’m not privy to any Adonis dealings, after all."