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“Don’t need to dip into the same well too many times,” Brick agreed.
“Stash and Rooster are all over Freemont, but they’re having to dig through so many layers of corporate bullshit, they’re mainlining Redbull like coke,” Gate supplied.
Gate turned to Brick, “Anything new at the docks?”
Brick shrugged, “Same old. No problems. Got some turnover in the main office, but nothing that touches us. As long as Talon keeps finding buyers, we’re gold.”
Gate flipped through some papers on his desk. “Anything from that honey hole you got in Europe?” he asked Talon without looking up.
“Yeah,” Talon answered.
At that, Gate stopped with the papers and faced his VP. “What’s doing?”
“Margo…” Talon began.
“That’s her name?” Deuce interrupted.
“Is she hot?” Brick asked, talking over him.
Talon threw a glare Brick’s way, “She’s young enough to be your daughter.”
“I’m younger than you, Bro,” Brick argued.
“Okay,” Talon amended, “She’s young enough to bemydaughter.”
“Not seeing a problem,” Deuce observed on a shrug.
“What’s she got?” Gate asked, calling the brothers back to point.
“According to her contacts, and my knowledge of them is murky at best,” Talon explained, “she’s got a lead on one of the jewels that Napoleon gave Josephine while she was his empress.”
“He the short, French guy?” Deuce asked.
“And one of the greatest military leaders of the modern world,” Talon added.
“This lead legit?” Gate asked.
“Margo says that most of Josephine’s jewels have gone through the house of Cartier to either be disbanded and sold as individual stones or recrafted into smaller, more affordable pieces,” Talon explained.
“So the likelihood is slim,” Gate said.
Talon chuckled, “Doesn’t really matter where the jewel came from. Matters where the buyerbelievesit came from.”
“That douche Weathersby still on the hook?” Gate asked.
Talon shook his head, “Mistress cut him loose.”
“Good for her,” Gate nodded. “I’m sure you can find another bankroll with money to burn.”
“That’s what I do,” Talon grinned.
Chapter Two
I’ll Just Have Tacos
Ryder
Once he got north of Atlanta, Ryder opened up the throttle of his Harley and cruised up I-75 toward Tennessee.
