“Yeah… Fuck, would be the right word right now…” Jenny said cleverly and she’s the only smartass that can get away with it.

“Uhm… what did my dad say… or do…?” I asked worriedly.

“Well… instead of grabbing a gun from his waist and add another dead Peabody to his list… he said that you’re on the run… he doesn’t know where you are, because that would defeat the whole purpose of sending you here… he sends Joey out to send her back to Astoria…” Jenny added.

“Huh…” I could only say.

“Yeah… now he’s asking everybody who knows about you two… for once I thank fucking god that I’m not in New York right now…” She said. “I know he’s dying to call you right now but you should thank the FBI…” she said. All our lines in New York are tabbed and we speak in codes.

“Right… Well uhm…” I didn’t know what to say. This is a big fucking deal. If my dad knew that I was messing with a Peabody… Jesus, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m dead already.

“Just… think of something good when this is all settled and you’re back in New York…” She said to me kindly.

“Okay…” I nodded and she hung up.

You’re probably wondering why I’m still alive when Helena could easily shoot me right then and there when she caught me fucking her little sister with a strap on her office desk.

Well, let me tell you.

THREE MONTHS AGO

I went into the lift in Astoria. With Me and my flashy suit and dark sunglasses on and my next to me is the trusty Jenny by my side. I wanted to settle a little something with Helena. I wanted to ask her to leave Brooklyn alone, as in the place… that it was my territory and we’ve handled the place for years now. Still I see their people coming up in there like they own the place. Well they don’t, I fucking own the place. Instead of making a massacre of the little problem, I took the liberty to handle it my self and talked to Helena my self.