Page 318 of All the Broken Bones


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He fought dirty.

“I don’t think they did, EJ,” Gene admitted.

When they turned their heads, Rodrigo was waving them in so they could approach him.

“Looks like the boss wants to see us. Maybe keep your goddamn hands to yourself,” Gene stated.

Immediately, the bodyguards backed up, and Ethan set the one’s thumb free. When he did, the man shook it out with an angry look on his face.

Well, then, don’t put your hands on people. It was fairly simple.

No?

As they headed into the marked-off space, Rodrigo stood up, and both men sat down.

“Thanks,” Gene said.

The mob man sighed.

“Was that necessary?” he asked, meaning the melee with his bodyguards.

Gene shrugged.

“Yeah, because they’re dumbasses.”

Well, that said it all.

This was a pissing match, and someone wasn’t going to win—the mob man.

“What do you need?” Rodrigo asked, knowing they weren’t going to let up. Honestly, they didn’t seem like the type.

At that moment, Corbin was talking to a waitress, and they were making sure they handled their loose ends.

Basically, the alibis.

“We need to ask you a few more questions. It seems that your woman is alibied for last night, but you aren’t. Granted, she told us that you were her alibi, and that wasn’t exactly the truth. You disappeared around one, and Samuel died around five. Where were you?”

Rodrigo lifted a brow.

“I was working.”

Oh, he knew he was likely doing something dirty, and that wasn’t his problem. What was his problem was the dead people.

“So, share.”

Rodrigo said nothing.

“Okay, well, I’m going to walk my FBI ass over to that table, and I’m going to tell them that we are agents and know they’re crime bosses. That should end well,” he stated.

Rodrigo flushed red.

“Agent, I’ve been very nice up to this point, but my patience is running out. I suggest you tread lightly.”

Ethan went there.

“And I suggest you share where you were. It seems like you own an old sugar mill processing place that’s abandoned, and our victims have been showing up with sugar on them. Not only that, but there’s a dock. Do you own a boat?”

He sputtered.