“He’s pretty cute. Just take care of your mom, buddy.”
Woof. Woof.
His tail wagged like a helicopter again. Just like Sadie’s had done.
“A scorpion.” Her voice was dipped even lower. “The tattoo was a scorpion.”
“Where?”
“On his neck. I couldn’t figure out what it was. His shirt was covering most of it, but when my fingers snagged his sweater, I was able to see maybe a third of the design. That’s what it was.”
“Black and white or in color?”
“Color. At least I think so. Does that mean anything?”
“Maybe confirmation of what I’m dealing with.”
“Mexican Cartel.” She stated the words as if it didn’t matter any longer.
Nodding, I thought about her admittance. The pieces were starting to come together. The Las Riveras were the muscle. That much I was certain of. In turn, they’d either been promised or had decided to invade our territory as a bonus. An unwise decision.
She studied me as I headed to the kitchen door and there was no doubt in my mind she was debating the very trust she wanted and I required.
While leaving her wasn’t what I wanted to do given what she’d endured, there was no other option but to send a message.
“Good news,” Enzo said as soon as I walked outside.
“I’m not certain I want any other news tonight.”
“The information was confirmed. My source came through. A warehouse was discovered owned by the Las Riveras gang. It’s on the outskirts of the city, recently purchased by a corporation I’ve yet to check out. Likely a dummy. From what my informant told me, there are four men who’ve been seen coming and going periodically. What do you say?”
Likely belonging to Marcus Jeffries. I took a deep breath.
“Is there any confirmation other than this informant’s word?” Even with my explosive anger, I was completely aware any decision of this magnitude needed to be made with caution in mind and clear and concise confirmed information. If not, everything the Prince family had earned through hard work and diligence would be on the chopping block.
His grin was wide. “I knew you’d say that, which is why I brought art. I had our computer experts working on a few things, some tips that didn’t make any sense. Now, they do. Don’t worry. I paid the source handsomely.”
As soon as I glanced at the photograph, I laughed. While the Las Riveras thought they’d manage to hide in plain sight, they didn’t know the number of people looking out for us. “I say we take matters into our hands and rid them of some merchandise.”
Two vehicles appeared.
“We leave in five minutes,” I told him. “Have our explosives team meet us at our ammunitions’ warehouse.”
“A catchy little fire?”
“A full fireworks display.”
Enzo laughed. “I’ll make a couple calls. We’ll be ready when you are.”
“When you do find the time to run a full dossier on Ms. Samuels, check on her father. I need to know how he died.” For some reason, I thought the information important.
He eyed me curiously. “Sure thing.”
Nodding, I waited as Jaxon strolled casually toward me. It was obvious I’d interrupted something very personal for his evening. “You couldn’t take the time to brush your hair?”
My brother snorted as he raked his hands through his thick mop. “You said it was urgent.”
“And it is.”
