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“I think Rocco’s juggling too fucking much and needs to realize he’s the boss,” Beppe snaps. “I respect your brother. I respect the boss. But no one respects the decision that was made. Elio is Famiglia, man. That means something to us.”
And therein lies the problem. Those that know Rocco will know he’s fucked up, and it’s going to take a lot to make amends for what he’s done. The first step is to make sure Jade stays the fuck out of Famiglia business. She does that, we’ll all live a fucking happy life.
“Now, what else is bothering you?” he questions.
I think of what could give my brother peace. The woman would be his ultimate revenge. “Bear has a daughter. No one has seen her since the clubhouse was raided. It’s as though she vanished into thin air.”
Beppe’s eyes widen. “Who knew that fucker had a daughter? Christ.” He sits back in his chair. “Where would someone who hasn’t got family go?”
I shrug. “The fuck would I know?”
He chuckles. “Come on, Dario. We’re going to pay a visit to an old friend.” He finishes his drink and gets to his feet.
I down the rest of my drink and follow him out of the bar. I have no fucking idea who he’s talking about or where we’re going, but the one thing about Beppe is that he has spies everywhere. He knows someone who’ll know someone who can get him information. He’s got a chilled, laid-back vibe that works for him, whereas I have no patience for bullshit. I’m direct and to the point. It’s why he’s my best friend, my right-hand man.
“I met this informant a few years ago. He’s in dire need of money and he’s done well so far. He hears and sees everything.” Beppe pushes his hands into his pants pockets and stands taller. “He’s one of my go-to informants for information.”
“Want to catch me up?” I ask, still not having a fucking clue what he’s talking about.
“Homeless people, Dario. They’re in need of money and will turn on their mother if it means getting some food and money.”
“You’ve been using this guy for info?” I’m skeptical about asking them for information on a woman we want.
“Trust me,” he says. “If he betrays us, we’ll end him. No one is going to know he’s gone anyway.”
Fucking cruel but true.
“Okay, let’s go see what he knows.”
Beppe’s informant was legit. He knew everything that was going down and even gave me more information on a job that was happening that none of us knew about. Something that Rocco’s got Andrea looking into.
Harvey didn’t know where the girl was, but he had heard of a new girl who popped up on the map in Indianapolis. He told us to find Markus and Paulie, said they’ll do whatever it takes to get money, not to mention they know everyone on the streets.
It takes us almost four hours to find the men in question. When we do, they’re both as high as a fucking kite and smiling ear to ear as they smoke their blunt.
“Yo, dude,” the guy with long hair says. “You don’t belong here.”
They’re in an abandoned lot that’s completely filthy from the rain we’ve had over the past few days. Both men are covered in mud and grime. I don’t want to know what it is. I can see one of them has piss stains on their pants, and I really don’t want to look further than that.
There’s a wall that blocks this abandoned lot from the rest of the street, and from the look of the amount of homeless people around, watching us but not getting close, this seems to be a favorite hangout for them.
Beppe shakes his head. “Christ,” he says quietly. “No shit, man. I need your help. Harvey said you’d be able to help. I’ve got a hundred dollars for each of you if you can help me out.”
Both men lean forward. The bald man rubs his hands together with glee. “Whatever you need, we’ll help.”
“We’re looking for someone. Teagan Mitchell. She disappeared about four or five weeks ago and hasn’t been seen since,” I say, though I don’t have much hope that they’ll help me.
The men nod. “Yeah, I know Tee. Pretty woman, she is,” Baldy says with a salacious grin. Seems as though he wants her.
“She didn’t say her name was Mitchell or Teagan, just that her name was Tee. But she came on the scene around then,” the guy with the long hair says. “What’cha want with her?”
Holy fuck. Could this be who we’re looking for?
“Where is she?” I ask.
They share a look. “I want the money,” Baldy says. “I want the money right now.”
I don’t hesitate. Hell, I’d fucking give them a fuck of a lot more than that if they held out. But these two really need to rethink their negotiation skills. They’re seriously lacking. I hand the guy two one-hundred-dollar bills. They can share them. “Now, where can I find Teagan Mitchell?”
