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“Only for you do I do this, you know,” Bruno says with a sigh.
“That’s bullshit. I know you run off the books surveillance on your ex,” I say with a chuckle. “But I do appreciate you helping me out with this.”
He laughs. “No sweat, man,” he says. “And let’s just keep the whole surveilling my ex thing between us, huh?”
“Nobody will hear it from my lips.”
“You’re a rock star,” Bruno says. “I’ll send the info to your phone.”
“Great. Thank you,” I say. “Oh, and about the other thing we talked about.”
“Yeah, I got a guy. I’ll get a meet set up between you two and send you the details.”
“Can I trust him.”
“Do you trust me?”
“For the most part,” I say with a chuckle.
“Then you can trust him for the most part,” he replies with an amused tone in his voice.
“Fair enough. Thanks, Bruno,” I say and disconnect the call.
A moment later, a text message comes through, and I have my Bluetooth system open and read it for me. Bruno pinged Lucas’ phone for me and sent over a live tracking map so I can see where the prick is in real time. And right now, he is at a park known for its outdoor chess and domino matches as well as its drug deals. I turn my car around and stomp on the accelerator, wanting to get there before he leaves.
Fifteen minutes later, I pull to a stop at the curb in front of the park and get out. I check my phone and the interactive map Bruno had set up shows that Lucas is still in the park. My eyes cutting left and right, I follow the path, passing the first set of people playing chess and the second set of people playing dominoes. Every day, the park is filled with people either playing games for fun or as a guy to my right is doing, hustling people for cash. But hey, the guy looks to be a pretty good chess player, so good on him.
I’m just about to turn and head the other way when I spot him. Lucas is leaning against the railing that borders the pond in the center of the park, peddling drugs just twenty feet away from children feeding the ducks. I want to beat him to a pulp just for that. He shakes hands with a guy in a three-piece suit and it’s not difficult to spot the exchange. Lucas handed that guy—maybe a lawyer, maybe a stockbroker—a baggie of a white powder. Coke, probably. White businessmen tend to enjoy their nose candy more than any other drug out there. Although a few I know dabble in meth as well.
Taking a breath to calm myself and put out the fire in my veins that’s warming me from the inside, I walk over to Lucas and lean against the railing beside him. He turns and looks at me, the smarmy smile on his face disappearing in the blink of an eye. Lucas went from thinking he had a sure sale to wondering if he’s about to catch another beatdown.
“The fuck you want?” he sneers.
“So, you remember me.”
“Yeah, I remember you.”
“Didn’t I hear that the next time you saw me you were going to kill me?”
He scoffs. “Whatever, man. People talk shit. You know how it is.”
He licks his lips nervously and I watch as a few beads of sweat roll down his face. The veins in his neck stand out and pulse in time with his accelerated heartbeat. And judging by the way his eyes are darting to the left and the right, Lucas is looking for an escape route. He’s thinking about running.
“You do realize I’m in better shape than you and will catch you if you run,” I tell him. “And if you make me run in this suit, I will beat you bloody. Am I clear?”
Lucas glares at me but leans back against the railing again, seeming to accept my statement as fact. His body is still tense but he’s not going to run.
“What do you want, man?” he growls.
“The first thing you’re going to is stop dealing in his fucking park,” I tell him.
“The fuck I am.”
“Yeah. You are. You’re done here,” I say and nod to the kids at the edge of the pond. “You are not going to deal that close to children, you prick.”
“What? I’m not dealing to them. I don’t deal to anybody under eighteen, bro.”
“That’s quite the moral and ethical stand. Kudos. But my order stands. I see you dealing in this park again, I will make you eat every baggie of drugs you’re holding. And then, as you’re overdosing, when you’re twitching and your body is shutting down, I may call the ambulance. Maybe. And maybe they’ll get here before you die. I wouldn’t count on it though,” I sneer. “Now, am I clear? Or do you need me to elaborate?”
