“Nice to hear from you, too. Listen, the cops want to talk to me about a thing. They’re probably going to call you to set it up.”
There was a heavy sigh from the attorney. He didn’t know if it was irritation or the fact that the man weighed nearly four hundred pounds. “What kind of a thing?”
“A murder kind of a thing?”
“Again?” Enrique wheezed. “Have you ever heard of an apology? You don’t have to cap every fool who bumps into you on the sidewalk.”
Javier shook his head. Enrique was quite the drama queen. Juries loved him. “I didn’t kill these guys, but if I did, it would have been because they had it coming.”
“They? They, motherfucker? How many theys are we talking about?”
Javier sighed. “Two confirmed, one in a coma…allegedly,” he tacked on last minute.
There was a long pause. “Please, tell me you aren’t talking about that fucking diplomat’s dipshit son who got merc’d three weeks ago.”
“Okay, I won’t tell you, but it’s going to be real hard for you to defend me in court.”
“One of these days, you’re going to call and I’m not going to answer.”
Javier laughed at that. “Oh, man. We both know that’s not true. My uncle pays you way too much money.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re both lucky I like the finer things in life.”
“Uh-huh. If they call, set it up. But I’m not saying shit.”
“Usually, I’d say listen to what they have to say, but, in your case, you should absolutely keep your mouth shut. You’re…unlikeable.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed.”
“What? Why?” Enrique asked, once more sounding breathless.
“They showed up at my apartment, asking to come in and talk to me. I politely declined.”
The heavy breathing increased. “God fucking dammit.”
“Where are you, man?”
“In my office.”
“Doing what? A hooker?”
“Sex worker and no. I’m on my treadmill.”
Javier frowned. “Wait, since when do you have an office? Since when do you have a treadmill?”
“Oh, go fuck yourself,hijo de puta.”
Javier laughed. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
More heavy breathing. “Fuck you, my mother’s a saint.”
“Let me know if and when they call. This is my new number. Save it.”
With that, he disconnected. He was almost to Elite when Nicky called. “Tell me you have something.”
“Giordano’s father must have some major dirt on people,” Nicky shot back.
“What?”
