When they sat down from dancing, Tara was laughing with Mal but jumped as a vibration from her hip pocket massaged her butt. She pulled the iPhone out and checked the screen. Frowning, she excused herself to Malachai,<br/><br/>"Sorry, I have to take this." she said and then exited onto the street. She walked around the corner where the music was just a roaring din.<br/><br/>"Hello, Mick?" she said, into the phone, pressing her finger into her other ear.<br/><br/>"Tara, me darlin, tis Uncle Mick to you." the jovial male voice greeted her.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes. She seriously doubted his accent was from the 'auld country'<br/><br/>"Okay, Uncle Mick. What's up?" she asked. She knew what in general was up because another part of her agreement with him was to cooperate when called on to do so with whatever scheme he wanted to involve her in. She was protected and didn't have to worry about being pressed into prostitution. If the occassion arouse due to her participation, she also had access to his attorneys.<br/><br/>"Well, Tara, me darlin, I would like you to make ready the wee room behind the kitchen. I have some luggage that needs to wait for a tourist."<br/><br/>Tara shook her head. That meant, he had some illegal goods that were going to be disguised in luggage and one of his couriers would pick it up.<br/><br/>"Uncle Mick, I have clients in that room. I have to follow the rules." she countered.<br/><br/>"The roof leaks, The air conditioner is broken, The toilet is backing up. Move them to another room.I need that room by 10 tomorrow night." he insisted.<br/><br/>"Okay, I will figure it out." she sighed.<br/><br/>"Such a good girl, ye are, Tara. Your mother, God rest her soul, would be so proud." he chortled.<br/><br/>He hung up before she had a chance to reply.<br/><br/>She stared at the screen saver for a minute, sighed and went back inside. Some how the party wasn't quite as fun any more.