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Well, he’s gotten out of most.
No longer selling cocaine or heroin, the only thing he still has his hands in is Molly.
I imagine, by the time next year comes, he’ll be fully out.
Or that’s the hope, at least.
Like I said, no one really leaves.
Since he knows I’m coming, Lorenzo is already waiting for me. He’s sitting at the table, a tumbler of scotch in his hands.
I walk over to him, take a seat, and reach for the glass he left for me to use, pouring myself a few fingers.
“Well,” he drawls, leaning back, “since you reached for that drink pretty fast, I have to imagine this isn’t something good.”
“To be honest, I’m not sure what this is,” I admit with a sigh.
“Talk.”
“Is there anything that can lead Paul to the tampering?” I ask. Point blank.
It’s probably not a smart question to ask Lorenzo, seeing as he can easily kill me and find someone else to invest his money for him, but I ask anyway.
Glutton for punishment and all.
“There are no loose ends,” Lorenzo responds, brushing the offensive accusation off with a sip of his scotch.
“Are you sure?”
“Really, pretty boy? Do you want to question me?” He laughs.
There’s no question I think Lorenzo likes me, but that doesn’t mean he appreciates me questioning him.
“Well, someone said something to him.” I shrug.
“What do you mean?”
“I had a visit.”
“From Paul?”
I nod at his question.
“Interesting,” he says, leaning forward in his chair. “Go on.”
“He accused me of not only shorting his stock but also of tampering with his product to short his stock.”
“Wow.” His head bobs up and down. “I’m impressed.”
“Yet I’m not,” I fire back, setting aside my glass because I need to keep my wits. “This was never supposed to get out. How does he know? Who spoke?”
“None of my men said shit.” His tone has lost all sense of humor. Now it’s replaced with an edge to it. Cold and direct.
“Okay, well, it had to be someone,” I respond, trying to tone down the accusation in my voice.
No part of me wants to get killed today. But the way Lorenzo has narrowed his eyes, I’ve done nothing to calm him.
“Are you questioning the people I work with, Trent?” he bites out as a vein throbs on his temple.
