“I can’t notice what isn’t there.”
“I want you to audit every business. Legit and otherwise. Go on site. Treat like a fucking IRS audit and get up in their asses. You hear me?”
“Loud and clear. Want me to bring Darius in?”
“No. I’ll deal with him.” I end the call and take a deep breath. The first thing I need to figure out is where to find Darius. Why isn’t he at work doctoring up the reports so his theft is hidden? Or has he taken my money and run?
When I get to his place, I can tell from the street that it’s empty. He’s run.
I call Angelo. “When did you last talk to Darius?”
“Last night. He wasn’t at the club. Said he had the flu or some bullshit.”
“You didn’t believe him?” What the fuck? My men are slacking off keeping me in the know.
“I heard a woman in the background.”
“Where would he go if was on the run?” I watch his place, just in case I’m wrong about it being empty.
“Oh shit. What he do?”
“Where’d he go?”
“He’s got a woman in Jersey. Beyond that, the casinos? Vegas maybe.”
I get the address of the woman from Angelo and head to New Jersey. This isn’t what I wanted to deal with today, but at least it keeps my mind off a certain sexy FBI agent.
When I pull up the condo building, I see where some of my money has been going. Darius has himself a kept woman.
I part and nonchalantly make my way to the woman’s condo. I glance around, noting who’s about and could ID me.
No one is paying attention. It’s fortunate that eye-witness testimony is some of the worst.
I rap on the door.
“I gave at the office,” a woman’s voice rings out.
I roll my eyes and knock again.
“We’re not interested—” The door opens and I push my way in.
“Hey!” The woman stumbles back. She’s about to tell me off but she must realize who I am, and bows her head. “Don Vitale. Welcome to my home.”
“Where is Darius?”
“Who the fuck cares,” she says, surprising me.
“Darius treat you badly?”
She shrugs. It’s then I notice light bruising on her cheek.
“He give you that?”
She nods.
“Why?”
“Because I told him he was an idiot who wouldn’t live to next week.” She arches a brow. “I think I’m right, aren’t I?”
