Page 14 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Thanks for letting me know about Andino, Jamie.” Catherine let out a sigh, and stood from the table leaving her unfinished plate and Cross behind. “Cross, it was nice seeing you.”

Cross smiled and murmured, “Likewise, Catherine.”

She stiffened a bit. Something that looked a hell of a lot like memories flashed in her eyes. Then, she was gone.

Jamie, the irritating chef, stayed behind. “Can I help you?”

“Sure,” Cross said with a flick of his wrist, “by fucking off somewhere.”

“Excuse—”

“I said what I said, so go.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but—”

“Andino does, so run back and let him know I’m here.”

“And who are you exactly?”

“Cross Donati.” He looked up at Jamie and smirked. “Or you might know me as the reason you couldn’t keep Catherine interested long enough to get anywhere good.”

Jamie’s face whitened.

Cross flicked his wrist again. “Now do as I said, and fuck off somewhere.”

The man fucked off.

“Suggestion,” Andino said from behind his desk as Cross sat down in a waiting chair. “Never eat at my restaurant.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know what you said to my chef, but he doesn’t like you. I think you might be the one fucker he would consider breaking the health code for should he have to make you a meal.”

Cross smirked. “Fair enough.”

“Whatever little disagreement you had with him wouldn’t have anything to do with my cousin, would it?”

“Catherine?” Cross shrugged. “Didn’t even see her.”

“Sure you didn’t.” Andino tossed a file across the desk and nodded for Cross to pick it up. “It’s been a hell of a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Almost seven years or so,” Cross said.

“That long? I hadn’t realized.”

Funny.

Cross couldn’t forget.

He picked up the file determined to get away from Catherine as a topic of conversation. Opening it up, he found photos of guns, and a client profile that was waiting for a drop sometime over the next three months.

“Always amuses me how the rifles on the American black market can go for four hundred a pop, yet you get past the border into Mexico, and you’re looking at an easy grand or more per gun. Mexico’s where the money is in arms dealing right now unless you’re selling in Canada, which doubles Mexico.”

“Tell me about it,” Andino agreed.

“This a big deal,” Cross said. “Close to five hundred guns. A little over a grand a gun. Half a million—half’s already been paid.”

“The other half comes in when the guns are dropped.”