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I look down at the floor, glancing off to my left. While thinking, I bite my lip.
Where did I hear that?
“It was a joke, Detective. I mean, you do have a nice ass, I can’t deny that, but I didn’t mean it in a douchebag kind of way.”
I hold up my hand, silencing him.
Badge.
That badge was right about one thing. You certainly are one hot piece of ass.
Diaz.
“Are you going to let me in on whatever is going through that head of yours?” He takes a step back, and I watch his feet retreat away from me. “You aren’t easy to read like most people.”
“I remembered something.”
“Well, tell a brother already.”
My eyes flick up, finding him staring curiously back at me.
“Before Diaz shot me, he said,that badge was right about one thing. You certainly are one hot piece of ass.”
My entire body shoots off chills, going down my spine as realization dawns.
“Eric, he was talking about a cop.”
Alders doesn’t say a word. He just stares at me with a blank face.
“Did you not hear me?”
“I heard you.” He follows up with a nod, but the skin between his eyebrows creases with a hard line.
“This means there’s a cop working for Diaz.”
“No. It doesn’t mean that—not without proof anyway. But it is likely.”
He moves to sit in my recliner, propping his leg on his knee and then leans back, resting both of his arms on top of the soft armrests.
“It’s been rumored there was an inside man working for Vincent Acerbi. So maybe Diaz has one, or that person is one and the same. Who knows.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Well, I for one want to know.”
I take a seat on my couch closest to Eric, placing my legs under my butt to get comfortable.
“That person—if they exist—is probably who told Diaz I had Gabriel. That dirty fucking cop is probably the reason Drago’s son is God knows where and the reason I lost—” I stop myself from saying the word baby.
I can’t yet.
“Don’t you find it the least bit strange that a girl walked in saying that kid was Acerbi’s? Not only that, but leaves the boy, who later gets kidnapped by the same man that has been trying to get Acerbi onto his payroll for years?”
“Years?” I question, thankful he doesn’t give me that same sympathetic look he did earlier.
His question makes me wonder what all he knows about Drago. Sure, he says he’s been working to build a case against D’s father, so he would have investigated Vincent’s children heavily too. That is if he’s worth a damn as a DEA agent.
“At this point, I probably know Drago Acerbi better than he knows himself. That, Detective, is how long I’ve been at this. Drago isn’t dirty like his dad. But Diaz? That motherfucker is hell-bent on getting his dope into LA by means of an Acerbi.”
“Yes,” I admit. “The whole thing is bizarre. It’s even more questionable now that Gabe is gone. I’ve had a lot of time to flip everything over in my head and”—I shake my head—“nothing adds up. I shouldn’t have had D’s son. He should have been in protective custody the whole time.”
