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“You’re the boss.”
He ended the call and closed his eyes. Some boss. He could feel a headache coming on. Probably from clenching his teeth so hard. “Fucking hell.” He did not want to tell Jackass this news, but he didn’t really have a choice. He dialed and waited, his gut churning.
“Do you have Broussard?” Jackass asked.
“No. He was onto us. He hitched a ride out on a delivery truck, aided by André Holmes.”
“Fucking hell.”
Lamont rubbed his temple where he could feel his pulse pounding. “I know.”
“All right, let me think.”
Lamont started to make a nasty remark, then stopped himself. He had not performed well today and wasn’t going to give Jackass an opening to tell him so.
After a moment of silence, Jackass said, “Broussard’s going to be on the defensive now and we tipped our hand by having your girl show up on his doorstep.”
“So it would seem.”
“Don’t take that uppity tone with me, Monty,” Jackass snapped. “This is serious. If they trace any of this activity to us, we are fucked.”
“I know that,” Lamont snapped back. “Don’t you think I know that?” He drew a breath and let it out. Turned to the window and stared down at the people drifting by in hordes. “I’m sorry. I have a headache from hell, and I’m frustrated.”
“Sorry, too,” Jackass muttered. “We can’t be fuckin’ with each other. That’s how they’ll get us.”
Oh, right,Lamont thought snidely. Like you weren’t planning to serve me up on a damn platter with Xavier Morrow as an eyewitness. “You’re right,” he said calmly. “What do you think we should do?”
“I think we need to start going after Broussard’s people. He’s got relationships with all of them. They’re all friends.”
“And this accomplishes what exactly?”
“We grab his people, he’ll either come after them or he’ll trade the kid.”
“I don’t think he’ll trade the kid.” Broussard was far too honorable for that. Dammit.
“Then we lure him out and make sure he doesn’t get in a goddamn delivery truck again. We actually follow him home. Or wherever the fuck he’s holed up.”
“Fine. Where do we start?”
“With the lady PI. That way we get Rocky’s boy at the same time. We kill Hebert and use the woman to draw Broussard. Broussard and the woman served together. They’re real tight. He’ll come after her.”
“What if he doesn’t go back to Morrow? What if he has Morrow stashed in a safe house miles away?”
“Then we cross that bridge when we have Broussard in our hands.”
“Okay.” Lamont wasn’t going to argue. He didn’t have the energy for that right now. “Where are the lady PI and Hebert?”
“Probably still at the office. Her truck is still parked outside.”
“As it has been since long before dawn,” he said, feeling a spurt of satisfaction at Jackass’s surprised grunt.
“Well, fuck.”
“I thought you had eyes on the woman?” Lamont asked, controlling the urge to taunt.
“I did. She must have slipped out.”
“Some good we’ve done hiring men to watch them, then,” Lamont said mildly. “How do we draw her out?”
