However, informants were sometimes the best indicator of the temperature of what was happening in the dark boughs of the city. They often carried important information that allowed us to stay informed when all other avenues failed. Why? Because our enemies had become very good at hiding their activities. Much more so than years before.
But pictures were worth a thousand words and there was no doubt who stood in the photographs. Santos himself. He’d been in my city recently. What troubled me was there were three other men standing with him, two with their backs turned and one with his face partially hidden from view.
He was younger, maybe in his early to mid-thirties. But at least one of the other men was near my father’s age when he’ddied. All three dressed in suits. None of them were the men I’d believed to be involved with Jeffries. That didn’t mean there wasn’t a connection, but it was further confirmation additional information was required.
The mystery would be uncovered, but first things first.
With the explosive charges set, we’d simply walked away, the four guards inside plucked off one by one. From the crates we’d pried open located inside, I’d say there was at least several million in weapons. Somehow, I had a feeling not all were meant for sale. They were storing weapons for personal use in an attack.
On their enemy.
As an unexpected bonus, our party favors had been found. Another loss for the great Santos. At least I’d be able to provide a conciliatory prize when Alexander became eager to have my head on a chopping block.
The explosion had been epic, fueled by the ammunition housed inside the warehouse. The loss would make a statement.
Tomorrow, I’d face my brother’s wrath. But whatever he had to say was well worth playing arsonist.
I was eager to return home for several reasons, including ensuring my guest hadn’t suffered any panic attacks. I’d known Jaxon would contact me if there’d been any activity, and I hadn’t received notification of any security breach on my phone. That didn’t mean I hadn’t become anxious at Santos’ next moves.
The ring of Enzo’s phone would seem odd given the hour for most people. However, our business didn’t abide by a clock, nor did it care about a home life or weekends.
“Yeah?” he answered.
I glanced over when he hadn’t issued a response a few seconds later.
“Yeah, I got it. Send me what you have. Thanks, Dan. I owe you one.” He huffed as he shoved the phone into his pocket.
“Anything I should know about?”
“Let me read the file before I mention it.”
I pulled down the street, glancing at my watch. It was after three in the morning. Instead of being exhausted, I was wired.
I was hungry, but certainly not for food.
The ding indicating an email on Enzo’s phone came a little over a minute later. He was still reading whatever he’d been sent when I pulled down the long driveway.
Enzo finally lifted his head, taking a deep breath as soon as he did.
“What did you find?”
“You’re not going to like it.”
“What is this about?” I pulled to a stop, immediately holding out my hand.
“Josette.”
He hesitated before handing me his phone. The information provided was the cliff notes about her life. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except the confirmed documentation only went back eight years.
“How is this possible?”
“Without her fingerprints, I doubt I’ll be able to discover anything else.”
What in the fuck could she be hiding from me? From what it appeared, she’d lived exactly as I could have predicted the last few years. A law-abiding citizen who paid her taxes, voted, and was in terrible financial shape, not because of gambling or some other dark proclivity but because of her business.
“Nothing on her father?”
“No, sir.”
