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“Tizio.”
A warning, a plea. Maybe both.
“Young enough to pass as college students or young ass adults. She didn’t answer them. There’s that fuckwad bad boy wannabe who’s got a slightly shady history with the law but also comes from money, so maybe Daddy didn’t love him. I think he’s trying to get into her pants.”
His eyes shut. “Fuck, Tizio. My baby sister? Do you have to?”
Okay, so while he used Harold and the other kid as bait last time, I don’t see him worried, just that cringe I’ve seen with Leo and Mia. Even though she’s with Christian, he still has that . . . slightly at the edges.
So, I needle. “I’m not sure how interested she is.”
“Man, c’mon.” He opens his eyes and leans forward. “I don’t think she’s some virgin who needs to be put in a tower, but do I want her protected from the scum? You bet.”
I consider his words. “Then there’s Brandon.”
“The kid from her computer class who sniffs about? He wants her work over her, and she knows it.” He rubs a hand over his chin. “She’s savvy.”
“But the college drama isn’t really why you got me in.”
“You know that. I need to know she’s safe, Tizio.Safe.”
“From what?”
Point fucking blank because I know he’s sitting on something. He mentioned Smith, and if this is tied into what my boys and I are trying to uncover, I need to know.
“I can’t.”
“You gotta give me something.”
“I’ve given you all I can. Rocks and hard places. I told you?—”
“You’re trying to protect two people.”
He drops his hand. “You know me too well. The other one is safe. And anything to do with what you’re digging into is inconsequential.”
“Your being here or?—”
He glances away.
His being here. “Do you have something? Or are they trying to find out if you’re loyal?”
Fallon doesn’t answer.
“Just coincidence?”
Nothing.
“Maybe you’re not sure how fucking deep anything is. There’s this Genesis thing I can’t find anything on. Not really. All I know is you took a fall to protect something and opened a can of something potentially nasty.”
Fallon remains silent, but his gaze touches mine, and my heart sinks.
I nod and lean back in my chair. “Been hearing Smith a little. And things are happening, pretty blonde things, a lot of traffic. Problems with customs. The Irish and Mexicans keep turningup, and I need to fucking know if other gangs or groups that might have been mentioned have anything to do with anything.”
I haven’t asked beyond very carefully veiled questions about Genesis. So, it could be something or nothing . . . rather, I amend, nothing to do with the shit I’m looking into.
Personally, since I’m here on official De Luca business and visiting an old friend—our history is easily uncovered as we’re not hiding it. A background in security goes a long way in many circles, especially when that background includes your own company—I don’t think anyone’s listening in.
But I use code for the missing girls, for the prices and blockades at the border, for Lowlanders and El Cabeza to be safe. Plausible fucking deniability is the catchphrase since all this started.
