“You sure you haven’t hit your head or some shit?”
“Debatable. What do you know about Mercy’s Angels?”
“The animal shelter?”
“That’s what I said.”
“You’re in a real pleasant mood today,” he grumbles and goes back for more eggs as I sip my coffee and stare at the bag. “Why do you want to know about the shelter?”
More like who works there. I don’t answer him. “Nothing. Was thinking about getting a dog.”
“You know they eat dog food and not cat food, right?”
“Whatever,” I mutter and pull out my phone and type in the shelter. I scroll through their pictures, but they don’t show anything but the animals.
“Holy shit,” Shaw shouts, spitting eggs onto the table.
“What?”
“Mitch is dead.”
“Oh that. Yeah, I know.”
“Did you see what was done to that lousy sack of shit?”
“No. What’s it say?”
“Someone cut off his dick and shoved it down his throat. Says some homeless guy came forward and said it was a bald guy in a suit. Do you think it was an inside job?” He stares at me or at my lack of a reaction.
I shrug and sip my coffee.
“Shit, man. What’d he do?”
“Roughed up Amber.”
“She okay?”
“Caruso stitched her up. She will be out of the rotation for at least two weeks. Had to send a message.”
“Better hope his brother doesn’t retaliate.”
“Fuck Boomer. Mitch was a shit for brains woman beating loser. I fucking did him a favor.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Cassie’s back in town.”
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“Nope. Just sharing information. You know she’s going to show up at some point and make a scene.”
“She can try, but I don’t give a fuck about that cunt.” Cassie is the woman I was supposed to marry. My father arranged it. But my father is gone, and she’s a traitorous bitch. I haven’t called it off yet, but I will. Soon as she shows her face.
Shaw licks his lips. “No doubt.”
“Need you to go by Lincon’s and pick up.”
