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I called Trino the next afternoon. I waited until after noon, to give him time to recover from his night of partying that I assumed happened. When he answered his phone, he sounded like he had just woken up.
“Jefe, que pasa, amigo?” he said, the sleep still evident in his voice.
“Trino, I have more information that you’re going to want to hear,” I said. I filled him in on what we’d found out about Dario and Massimo, as well as what Salvadori, Anthony, and Lorenzo had been planning. When I got to the part about them negotiating with the Mexican cartels, Trino’s anger erupted over the phone.
“THEY DID WHAT?” he yelled into the phone. I could hear him move the phone away from his face, cursing loudly. He gained control, but he was still cursing in Spanish as he said, “Do those pendejos not know that I supply the Mexican cartels? I do. ME. There’s no bypassing me.”
I had to laugh. “Sephie is actually the one that informed everyone else of that fact. Mando didn’t even know that, nor did his guys, or Sal’s guy who’s giving us this information.”
“If you don’t marry her, I’m going to steal her, Jefe. I respect you, but I’m telling you right now, I will risk it all to get her. She can learn to love Colombian men,” he said, laughing.
“I might actually like to see you try, if I’m being honest,” I said.
“That hurts, Jefe. I’m a sensitive man,” he said, still laughing.
“We’re working on getting more information on the warehouse where they’re manufacturing the brawn. We’d like to have New Year’s fireworks early. How much longer do you think you can keep Anthony and Lorenzo down there?” I asked.
He exhaled. “I can keep them as long as I possibly can if it’s helping you out. I’m enjoying toying with them. It might be concerning how much I’m enjoying toying with them. They still don’t know that Dario and Massimo are down here. I’ve kept them separate from each other. I can let that slip and watch them fight each other for at least two weeks. It’ll give Massimo hope that I’m going to let him live. Makes it that much sweeter when I throw him off that cliff.”
I laughed. “Have you picked out which cliff? I vote for the highest one you can find. Draw it out as long as possible. He’s truly a sick fuck, Trino. He killed Dario’s parents when he was just twelve years old. Then he convinced Dario that he did him a favor by killing them.”
There was silence for a moment on the other end. “That’s evil, Jefe. That’s true evil. I mean, you and I are no saints, but we’ve got rules.”
“If you were wavering at all about ending him, there’s your motivation to stick with your original plan. You’re doing the world a favor,” I said.
I could hear him cursing in Spanish. “What about the warehouse? Do you need help with that? My dealers weren’t too happy to find out they were trying to replace their supply without telling them. None of them want to sell brawn. That’s going to kill at least half their customer base. That’s a terrible business decision.”
“That’s what we’re finding on our end too. When brawn originally surfaced, the story was that the bosses were the ones that forbade the dealers from making it and selling it, but I’m not sure I believe that story anymore. Something else went on. Or the city has entirely new dealers, which isn’t likely.” While this wasn’t a priority, I was curious to find out what really happened when brawn had originally appeared in the city. Somehow the story wasn’t adding up now.
“I can have my dealers get in touch with your guys. A few of them already offered to help. The rest of them will help if I tell them to. Lazy cabrons…” he said, trailing off.
“That would be great, Trino. We’re gathering information right now to find out the best course of action. The warehouse is in an abandoned area, so we’re going to try to set up a fake warehouse next to it to gather intel. Gives us a reason to be there without arousing suspicion,” I said.
“Good plan. But as every good Colombian knows, a car bomb will work in a pinch,” he said.
I chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind, Trino.”
“I’ll keep you posted on the morons down here. If you hear anything more about the Mexican cartels, I would appreciate a heads-up. Our relationship is strained at best.”
“Will do, Trino. I’m trying to avoid a war between you and them. I’ll keep you informed. And on the off chance you talk to Armando, he doesn’t know of our plan for the warehouse yet. We’re still unsure of one of his security guys, so I haven’t brought him in on the plan yet.”
“You have my word, Jefe.”
The weekend seemed to fly by. We spent most of Saturday finding information about the area of the docks where the warehouse was located. Andy had given us the exact location, so we were looking at the surrounding buildings to see what our options were. It takes time to track down who owns what building and what that building was used for when it was occupied. If we were going to move into one of the buildings, it needed to be for a believable excuse.
The guys spent most of Sunday morning trying to calm Sephie’s nerves about the following morning’s plan for Mike. She was still okay with the plan, but she was still worried about it. Giana had asked Sephie if she wanted to go to lunch with Ms. Jackson on Sunday over a week ago. I sent Viktor, Misha, and Stephen with her. Armando sent Mike and Keith with Giana.
When Sephie got back, she was ready for the following morning. “Yep, I feel good about kicking his ass now,” she said as she walked back into the penthouse with Viktor, Misha, and Stephen. They were all laughing.
Ivan and Andrei had been with me, still trying to find more information on the buildings at the docks. We all looked expectantly at Sephie as she walked in and sat down next to me on the couch. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. I couldn’t tell if it was because it was colder outside or if she was angry.
“Did something happen, solnishko?” I asked as she sat next to me on the couch. She exhaled loudly. I could see her frustration clearly on her face.
“You know it’s bad when Ms. Jackson says he’s not allowed at Bingo,” Misha said, laughing.
Viktor, still laughing, said, “He’s going to need that extra training. He might’ve embellished on his experience level.”
Sephie looked at Stephen. “King Turd,” she said, laughing. Stephen just nodded, laughing with her.
