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My uncle had gotten so bad that my father, who didn’t give a damn about anything except the Michaelson bottom line, had to step in.
Now he was dead and my uncle was rotting in a federal joint forever.
They’re gone.We’d survived. We were still alive.And in moments like this, I tried to grab a little fucking serenity, with me and Daniel escaping a situation unscathed, my men happy with a night’s work and a break before daylight and dealing with all this shit.
And Lia.
Sex had always helped take a little of the edge off of my life but something about Lia and her pussy was pure fucking magic. It had never been this way with any woman.
What the fuck was so special about that blonde that was driving me to total distraction?
I’d meant it when I’d told her I wanted to find out. My pants went tight as my cock throbbed hot and ready, my entire body restless and wanting. Fuck, I had to find out.
“You’re not driving,” Daniel observed, and I started – shifting in my seat, grateful my coat was long enough to hide the massive erection I had to be sporting. “I guess it’s safer.”
“What?” I barked.
Daniel slid on his glasses and popped open his laptop, a smirk flitting around his face. “Driving distracted,” he intoned and the screen came to life, hiding his eyes and making his smile look even more demonic than usual. “It’s not safe.”
“Why the fuck are you on me about being distracted?” I spluttered. “Did you not hear about the shit that’s going on? Am I not entitled to being distracted?”
“You don’t want me to answer that,” Daniel said with a chuckle and held out his hand.
Swearing in Italian about his cryptic and annoying ass, I reached into my shirt collar and found the chain of Lia’s necklace. Skimming my fingers to the end, I found the charm with the miniature hard drive, pulled it off and then handed it over to Daniel.
As he plugged it in, I switched on the ignition and peeled out from where I’d parked on the empty street. Orange streetlights flashed over us as we drove past the cold and brilliant city sitting to our south before heading north.
Once we got onto the expressway, my annoyance at Daniel had faded enough that I asked, “What’d you find so far on our thing?”
“Same as you, I’m guessing,” Daniel said. “Lots of dead-end paper trails. Couple of recordings and videos of you and some of the guys making deals. But what’s weird?”
“The cop I shot, ol’ Mick, isn’t the one who originally worked on this,” I finished. “Yeah, I knew you’d see that, too. What do you think it means?”
“I think it means Mickey Weiss had more than just professional interest in busting East Coast gangsters,” Daniel said. “This was personal.”
“There’s a video I want you to see,” I said and glanced over at the laptop while Daniel made an outraged choking sound. “You smoke, and you’re worried about me looking over at you for two seconds?”
“That’s different,” Daniel squawked. “Fuckin’ pay attention, youstunod.”
Ruffling his hair and laughing, I focused on the road until we got off 128 and came to a red light. “Pull up the folder called ‘DEPT,’ then go to the most recent video file in there,” I said.
“Ty, light’s green,” Daniel snapped.
“I’m goin’, I’m goin',” I said and rolled my eyes, flooring it to get to his house. Once we were in the driveway, I parked the car and grabbed his laptop, to which he made another outraged sound. I ignored it, focused on finding the file I was looking for.
“Here,” I said and poked the screen.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Daniel said, and I grinned to myself, then opened the file. A video began to play, one of cops interrogating a local bookie who was drunk and high off his ass saying he could name names and all that shit. I hit mute andscrolled ahead until two minutes to the end when the video switched to a completely different recording.
“Woah,” Daniel muttered. “That’s clever.”
“No shit,” I said.
The person moved stealthily along a car, the camera’s angle suggesting it was a bodycam. They were following someone but I couldn’t tell who.
But that was less interesting than the moment when the person stopped and walked along a car, stopping for a while to look around. I hit pause, then settled the laptop on the console between us.
“You think that’s the other cop’s reflection?” Daniel asked dubiously and leaned forward, eyeing the screen. “Well, maybe.”
