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I raise my eyes to Taylor. “How’d you find me?”
She nods to Kratos. “His sister-in-law.”
He frowns, sipping his drink. “Which one?”
“Elsa. Hades mentioned this was one of your haunts. I figured, correctly, that my absentee partner would be here with you.”
“What can I say,” Kratos grunts. “Kelly’s the best.”
Taylor turns to level a cool eye at our bartender. “Kelly is also serving you both almost two hours past the legal serving time in New York,” she says pointedly.
“Hey,” I wag a finger at Taylor. “Be nice. She’s going to be our new hire.”
“She’s reading an LSAT study book.”
“As soon as she goes to law school and then passes the bar, she’s going to be our new?—”
“Outside,” Taylor mutters, grabbing my collar. “I need to talk to you.”
Outside the bar, I groan as I lean against the wall, shoving my fingers through my hair.
“You look like shit, by the way.”
“Good morning to you, too, Taylor.” I frown. “Aren’t you supposed to still be in Chicago?”
“I came back a little early.” Her lips thin. “Roberto Chinellato wants to speak with you in person. Like, now.”
I give her a look. “Yeah, that’s not happening. Sounds like a Gabriel job.”
“He specifically asked for you.”
I groan. “Okay, fine. I’ll grab a cab?—”
“He’s in gen pop at Fairview now.”
I tense. “Wait, what?”
There are two kinds of criminal who are generally “fine” in the general population of a large prison: the small guys no one gives two shits about, and the big fish who are so well protected that nobody fucks with them.
Roberto Chinellato is the unlucky type that falls right in the middle. He’s not small time, but he’s not a kingpin, either. And he’s been in this game long enough to have a list of enemies a mile long. Worse, even I’ve heard the rumors of Roberto being a snitch here and there a decade or so ago.
Taylor nods grimly. “He got moved last night. That’s why I’ve been calling you, and why I flew back early.”
Son of a bitch.
“Who the fuck authorized that?” I hiss, suddenly far more sober than I should be. “He’s a walking corpse in Fairview.”
“Why the hell do you think I got on a plane at midnight?” Taylor mutters, tapping away on her phone. “It looks like it was the new assistant DA.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, just as Kratos joins us outside. “We need to go see Roberto at Fairview, stat.”
Kratos makes a face. “I’m definitely not driving anywhere right now.”
“No shit. Same.”
Taylor sighs. “I’m parked up the street. Let’s go.”
“You look like shit, counselor.”
