“Get medical attention,” Gene said before focusing on the man behind the desk.
It was time to talk.
“Hey, Rodrigo,” he stated, tucking the absconded gun into his pants. “You wanted to see us?” he asked. “Maybe next time, just walk up to us on the street,” he stated.
The man sat there.
“I see I sent incompetence to bring in well-trained Feds.”
Gene laughed.
“You researched the office, and heard they are a bunch of idiots, huh?” he asked.
The man nodded.
“Well, they are. We’re not from here, and we do this day in and day out. Now, can we be civil?”
Rodrigo nodded.
“Coffee?” he asked.
Gene nodded.
“Sure. Thank you for offering.”
The man made them coffee from the fancy espresso machine not far away. When he handed them little white cups, they looked ridiculous.
Who handed a bear of a man a tiny cup like this?
This wasn’t coffee.
This was a sip.
“Thank you,” Ethan said, as he took the cup and sipped from it.
Rodrigo sat down.
“I see one of you has manners.”
Gene laughed.
“You’d think. He’s more the deadly one. That your guy only got his balls knocked into next week was a lucky thing. He likes breaking bones. How do you feel about that?” he asked, segueing into the dead bodies.
Rodrigo laid it all out on the table, but didn’t answer his question.
“My name came up.”
Gene laughed.
“Oh, well, yeah, it did. Bodies are turning up, and it looks like they’re tortured. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that?” Gene asked.
The man sighed.
“Why is it when you’re the mob, everyone thinks you’re violent?” he asked.
Oh, that was priceless.
Especially since the man had themABDUCTEDoff the street next to a crime scene.
