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“And how do we do that?” asked Mo.
“I’ve heard this morning that you, or someone, was able to free the wives and children of the local authorities.” Both men just stared at Rivera, not saying anything. “Understood. He is livid that someone dared to touch his property. When men like Sutton get angry, they become more dangerous because they don’t care about the mistakes that they make. If you run in firing, you may kill him and some of his men. But you would do better to take his business apart piece by piece.”
“You think we should chip away at the wall, forcing it to crumble little by little,” said Liffey.
“That’s exactly what I think.” He stood from the booth, grabbing the leather jacket. “I will continue to cooperate with Fuentes and his agents. I’ve made my deal with him and the federal agents. My arrival in El Paso is supposed to be early Saturday morning, but I plan on arriving Friday morning. If you need me, you can reach me through Fuentes.”
“Wait,” said Liffey. “Is there someone else involved with Sutton? This seems far too big for him, especially since he was working for Ramos.”
“Ramos?” laughed Rivera. “Ramos wanted to believe that, but it was Sutton who was running everything. Who do you think put the idea of using the American servicemen’s faces as their own? Who do you think convinced him to dig for the lost gold and art? And who do you think encouraged Ramos to regularly beat Sutton’s own daughter?”
Mo and Liffey felt their guts clench, thinking of the pain that Morgan endured at her own father’s orders.
“That’s right,” nodded Rivera. “Now you’re understanding just what kind of man he is. He convinced Ramos to beat her, forcing her into submission, so afraid of everyone and everything that she would never dare run.”
“Well, she ran anyway,” growled Mo. Rivera nodded, walking past the man.
“I hope she ran very far away.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
East knew exactly what was happening when Sutton not so gently summoned him to come to his home immediately. He was pissed. Beyond pissed. His hostages were gone, and the bribed officials had taken administrative leave to attend to ‘important business’ at a secret retreat.
Pulling in front of the house, East couldn’t help but smirk as something went flying out the front picture window. He laughed, shaking his head as he realized it was a toaster. Three men came running out the door, racing down the street, and took off in their vehicles.
Stepping out of his own truck, he casually walked up the driveway, and turned to step onto the porch. When a vase came flying his way, he caught it, and tossed it back inside.
“Fuck!” yelled Sutton. “Who the fuck threw that at me?”
“Oh, sorry,” said East, frowning at the man. “I thought it was some sort of game. You threw it at me, I throw it back.”
“Wrong day to fuck with me!” he growled. East only shrugged.
“Seems like you’re having a bad day for sure. Anything I can do for you? Maybe pick up some takeout? Fix the broken window?”
“You just keep picking and pulling threads, don’t you?” he said, walking toward him. He wasn’t prepared for East not moving. Most men backed up when he walked toward them. Most men lowered their eyes in fear. But East was not most men. He was a very different kind of man.
When he was eye-to-eye with him, he stared up into his eyes, unsure of what to say or do next. East took that burden from him.
“You have something you want to say,” he growled, looking down at the man. “If not, back up. I don’t like my space invaded.”
“Your balls must be the size of fucking Texas, East,” said Sutton. “I had some collateral that I was holding for a rainy day, and now it’s gone. All of it.”
“Well, that does seem careless,” said East. Sutton stared at him, suddenly worried for his own life.
“Where were you? What the fuck were you doing while someone stole from me?”
“I was out looking for the man that blew your tunnels. Had a pretty good lead on him, too. Then you called screaming in my ear demanding I come here. For what? To get a vase tossed at my head?
“Listen, I need this money, but I don’t fucking need it that bad. I’m a professional, and I was under the foolish impression that you were as well. If you can’t control your temper and focus, then I’m wasting my time.”
“Wasting your time? I gave you a prime piece of ass. Some of the best pussy in my stables. You owe me,” said Sutton.
“I’ll pay you. Cash. Then we can be done,” he said in a threatening tone. Sutton couldn’t believe it. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?
“You leave when I say so. You leave when your job is done. I want the man who blew my tunnels. I want Fuentes dead, and I want Rivera dead.”
“Fine. The tunnel guy and Fuentes. Rivera will cost you an additional fifty grand.”
