“Nothing in any government database Stateside, but I did get a hit for Lennon. Flagged her on security footage at a hotel in Brooklyn. When I did a deep dive into their CCTV footage, I caught a profile view of Jamie and Daniel along with her.”

“Did you hack the hotel records to see what room they’re staying in? I assume Jamie didn’t pay for it?”

“I did, and you’re right. The suite’s checked out to Dylan Kelly. Irish American. Has been in New York for a decade. Single. Fifty-two. Independently wealthy. No priors. Not even a parking ticket.”

“I assume you checked my bodycam footage and Daniel’s before it was shut off to see if Dylan was at the rave?”

“I did, and he wasn’t there. Not even sure if Dylan’s at the hotel with them now, or he just footed the bill.” She added, “And unfortunately, aside from proving Dylan wasn’t at the rave, nothing else of use from the bodycams. Well, except to witness your badassery firsthand.”

Yeah, don’t remind me of that. “Any chance Dylan’s the boss and is in charge of the operation?”

“I’m going to keep digging into everyone before I give you my opinion.”

“I no longer think we’re dealing with a low-level gang selling drugs to rich kids on street corners and at raves. Especially considering the Irish had enough pull to throw together a meeting with the Sicilians.” And my son was hanging out with these people. Fucking great.

“I assume Colin hasn’t told you anything about Jamie or Daniel, or his connection to them aside from dating Jamie’s sister, or you’d have led with that.”

“No, we haven’t had a chance to talk alone, and I don’t think he wants to get into that in front of his mom. She’s stressed out enough.” Especially after what I already told her. “I did mirror his phone while we were outside the hospital.”

“Constantine.” After her dramatic use of my name, a harsh breath crossed the line.

“What?”

“That’s a bit overkill to clone his phone.”

“I have to know what he’s been up to. Keep tabs on his conversations in case he’s keeping shit from me.” What was wrong with that? I honestly didn’t see a problem.

“If he finds out what you did, you’ll lose his trust before you even have it.” Another sigh floated through the phone before she tacked on with her usual flair, “Hold off on Sherlock Holmesing through his phone for now, and let me handle things.”

I kept quiet. While I couldn’t listen to Juliette’s request not to pay a visit to that asshole lawyer, because the prick had it coming, I supposed I’d consider Izzy’s demand. “Fine, fine,” I relented. “No spying for now.”

“Good. And are Juliette and Colin settled in at your place?”

“Yeah.”