Chapter 55

“Sinead, girl, this is- fuck,” Jules said.

They were posted up in the Financial Forensics offices, which were once again empty except for the two women. Sinead had no fucking clue what the two old men she worked with were doing, and she hadn’t heard from her Captain in two weeks since she’d given her last report. It was a little ridiculous, but it was giving her the freedom to work so she wasn’t going to raise a stink about it.

Maybe if she actually broke Barisha, and that led to breaking Le Français, she could use that to whip the department into, well, looking like an actual department.

“I know,” Sinead said, shifting in her chair. They’d moved some desks around and she’d scrounged a pair of whiteboards on wheels from the basement storage of the building and they’d set up a little command centre to track all the different accounts and businesses moving money for Barisha. The only problem was that, sitting on her rolling chair, she could feel the buttplug.

She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t taken it out after parting with Marc. He didn’t expect her to wear it all the time, just when they were going to meet up. But for some reason, she felt like she should keep it in for ... some reason. She knew digging too deep into that feeling would lead her down a rabbit hole of thinking about everything else Marc had told her about their ‘game,’ and she didn’t have time for that at the moment.