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Fucking hell.
A debt?
And, the shipping company.Jesus Christ that’s what this is about.
Tommy owed a debt so he was being blackmailed into using the shipping company.
For a fucking debt. Why the fuck didn’t he come to me if he needed money?
I could have helped him. I would have helped him if I’d known he was in trouble. Why didn’t he come to me?
“Let’s see the next ones,” I order again.
Jo brings them up and fury flies through me. We look through and shit, it’s clear after we’ve read the tenth email that Tommy was in deep shit.
He tried to get out of using the shipping company but they, whoever they were, forced him. All the emails are about making arrangements. The date they were planning happened a little over two weeks ago. The fifteenth of August. He was gunned down on the seventeenth.
Jo clicks on the next email in the chain. It comes after the arrangements were being made to handle a shipment, which I’m guessing was the drugs. I see a name in the last paragraph that makes this so much worse.
Snade.
As in Snade, one of the leaders in The Triad.
Fucking hell, what the fuck was Tommy involved in.
It says in the email that Snade would hand over the instructions.
That’s it.
It’s enough. I’ve seen enough to get the picture of what happened.
I’m guessing whatever was supposed to happen on the fifteenth didn’t happen so he was gunned down on the seventeenth. That is my assessment.
And still the question of who did it hangs heavy in the air.
Tommy wasn’t dealing drugs. The hook up was the shipping company. He handled the arrangements for the exports and imports. He would have been very useful to a person who needed to smuggle drugs like Chrysanthemum out of the fucking country.
I look at my brothers and it’s the first time I want them to tell me what to do.
Salvatore’s face has ‘talk to Vincent’ written all over it and so does Gabe’s.
I can’t go to Vincent and pussyfoot the way he’s been doing. Sherine and that baby feel like mine and I have to do what I can.
Fuck.
This is so much bigger than what I thought it was.
“We should tell Pa, Nick.” Gabe says it first. “Or Vincent.”
Salvatore nods. “Nick, we can’t just go in for the kill on this. No fucking pun intended. This is the kind of thing Pa should know about. Doesn’t take a fool to guess this undisclosed person must be from the Fontaines. We can assume that from what Billy said.”
“Or it could be Perez.” Gabe fills in. “That’s why we need to go to Pa, Nick. We don’t know, can’t be sure, and this isn’t our territory. We’re low level in comparison to Pa and Vincent.”
My blood boils and my temperature rises.
“Man, fuck you!” I balk. “Do I look fucking low level to you? Help me if you want, I don’t fucking care. I’m checking this out whether I have you or not.” I scowl.
Their problem is they rely too much on Pa and Vincent. I had the balls of la cosa nostra. Not some schmuck with shit for brains.
