Page 26 of How to Kill Your Rival

My eyes itch, and I rub them before focusing back on the screen. There. The man turns for the briefest of moments, his face fully visible.

The lump in my throat quickens.

Because I recognise him. He’s one of Kavanagh’s men. That sour-faced sucker on the Death Council who always stares at Eliza’s arse.

‘Got you.’

Pulling out my phone, I ring Eliza.

She picks up before the second ring. ‘Sup?’

‘I have a face,’ I say. ‘One of Kavanagh’s guys. Can’t remember his name off the top of my head. Shall we go have a word with him?’

She pauses before talking. ‘Or we could go straight to Kavanagh and make him swallow his own bollocks.’

‘We know better than going in without information. Information is power.’

‘Not as powerful as my knife.’

‘Eliza…’ I can’t help but smile around her name. ‘Please?’

I can almost hear her eyes roll back.

‘Fine. But I’m packing my knives.’

‘Obviously.’

‘I’ll drive,’ she says.

‘My car is⁠—’

‘I’ll drive,’ she cuts me off, clearly needing to control something.

* * *

A knife could cut through the atmosphere in the car.

Instead, I try very hard not to spill curry on her seat. Lord knows why; they’re already filthy.

‘What on earth have you been doing in here? Partying with a fucking mole?’ I ask.

‘Perks of the job.’

‘Not going to explain why your seats look like they’ve been dug up from an allotment?’

‘I’m not, no.’

I spoon some rice into my mouth as she takes a corner and curry drips on my top. ‘Dammit.’

‘I’m sure the fucker won’t be judging you on your presentation,’ she says with a smirk.

‘Terry Walsh is his name. I scoured through your dad’s records.’

Her brows knit. ‘Why do you have access to them?’

‘Occupational needs.’

‘You hacked into them, didn’t you?’