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Istared at Jack. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope.”
Sid shook his head. “If it’s a choice between a guy shootin’ my balls off and gettin’ one of my ex-wives involved, I’d just say goodbye to my nuts.”
“‘One of’?” I asked. “I didn’t know you were married more than once, Sid.”
“That’s cuz I like forgettin’ my nightmares, not relivin’ ‘em.”
“It’s not like that,” Jack said. “We’re still on fairly good terms. Sort of.”
“Then why would Lou trust her?”
“She and Lou are still on good terms, too. He’d believe her if she sold it right.”
“If they’re on such good turns, then what makes you think she’d screw Lou over and help you?”
“If Sloane could make a shitload of money and get more power, she’d screw over her own grandmother. Actually, she probably learned that from her grandmother.”
“What’s this broad’s story?” Sid asked.
“After we divorced, she hooked up with Tyler Surrey, the president of the Steel Bastards, a biker gang out of Phoenix. Sloane never approved of my plan to go legit with the club – she liked the money too much. Tyler doesn’t have any problem being a criminal.”
“I’m not seein’ where the shitload of money and power comes in,” Sid said.
“With Lou and the Santa Muertes out of the way, the Bastards could expand their territory. A lot,” Jack explained.
“That’s what you’re going to convince her with?” I asked. “A drug deal?”
“A territory deal. A business deal.”
“Wow, you’re right, calling it something else makes it so much better,” I said sarcastically.
“The only way she’s going to help us is if it benefits her,” Jack snapped. “Not because we had such a great fucking marriage.”
“Why not just go straight to this Tyler feller?” Sid asked.
“Because before Sloane got a hold of him, Tyler’s biggest claim to fame was pushing weed in Sedona, and he wasn’t very good at that. Now he runs most of the meth and coke in Arizona.”
“Ahhh. So the broad’s a regular Hillary Clinton type, huh,” Sid said knowingly.
“Sid,” I said sharply.
“Jesus, what?”
“How about, ‘behind every great man is a great woman’?”
“Howsabout ‘behind every fuckin’ scumbag drug dealer is a real bitch’?”
I thought for a second. “Normally I would be mad, but… this time it’s probably accurate.”
“It’s accurate, all right,” Jack agreed.
“You don’t seem to like her too much,” I said.
Jack gave me an amused look.
