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“That’s not all. Two of the three fit your description. Junky alcoholic types. Skinny, minnie. Tough guy-type. Couple of my guys have been barking about them for a month now.”
Lines up.
“Recent sightings? You have a location?”
“Yes, and yes.”
I take a deep breath. Good. That means Gia’s safe. Hopefully.
“Off of Palm Meadow and one-oh-second street. They move every couple of days, but they’re always in that general area, and the lights are always on, according to my connect. Last sighting, 5 a.m. this morning.”
“All three?” I take the glass from the bartender, and nod at Ace to tip him.
“All three.” He holds up his beer, and I cheers him.
“You know, you’re pretty reliable for a drunk,” I say.
“You too, for a pirate.” He grins at me.
I down my drink, slap Ace twice on the back to get up, and leave as fast as I came.
The air is a bit cool at 1 a.m. It bites just enough to keep me alert. As if I need it. An attack on Gia is an attack on me. No, actually, it’s worse. It’s an attack on what’s mine.
“There’s been a lot of talk today, Bull. Everyone’s been feeling your missing presence. Hey.” Ace throws his hands up. “I did what you asked. I told them you were with the don.”
“And?”
“Marco asked how long it takes to suck a dick?”
We both cackle.
“That idiot finally woke up? I was starting to think he was in a coma,” I nudge to see if Marco’s aware that Gia is missing.
“He’s been a little extra lately, hasn’t he?” Ace arcs an eyebrow.
“Yeah. We’re going to have to do an intervention soon.” I open the passenger’s seat to Ace’s black Porsche Cayenne and pull myself in.
The whole SUV teeters when Ace gets in the driver’s side. “Those don’t end well in our line of work.”
“Mm. You heard the man, to the pier.”
“Just scoping, right? You seem a little uneasy. Everything go okay with Donny and Shadow?”
I side-eye him. “Yeah.”
“But I’m assuming the Russian job is a no-go, huh? Damn shame. What did they give you intel on? Something about how they’re fucking us behind the scenes?”
“Oh, we’re still on with the Patrovski,” I say. “But yes, he needs to be taught a lesson first.”
Ace is confused, I can see it all over his face.
“Less is more, here,” I tell him.
“Alright. Alright.” He taps his steering wheel. Ace hates not having the whole story, but he respects my space… because he’s a smart man. “So listen to this… one of the girls you auctioned to Stevey ToolBox—”
“Yeah?” I ask.
“She kept asking about why all the staff were comparing gold coins at the end of the night. So naturally, Stevey told her to mind her business in so many words. So she said, ‘Where’s my gold? I’m not worth it? I’m not worth it?’” Ace shimmies, putting on the worst Latina accent I’d ever heard. But it’s hilarious. “She said ‘Fine, no gold for me? No gold pussy for you. Treating me less than a server. I’m the prize.’”
