“Stalling on the routes,” he answers.
“Where?” I ask.
“Philly.”
My eyes widen. “Philadelphia? What the fuck are the trucks doing in Philadelphia?” I snap.
Maverick looks at Baron as if he’s a dead man walking. I don’t usually kill the messenger, but right now, I could rip my cousin in half.
“A checkpoint,” he says.
“We have men in Philly. They should be flying past that checkpoint at seventy miles per hour,” Maverick states the obvious.
“What happened at the checkpoint?” I ask.
“The two trucks were stripped.”
I nearly bite my tongue in half as I wait for him to go on.
“Cops?” Maverick asks.
Baron shakes his head slowly. “No. But speaking of cops?” he nods towards the door as Damon walks in, my buddy from the NYPD.
“Of all the places to meet up,” he says as he pulls up a seat next to us. “I had to tell my guys there was a domestic violence issue with one of the dancers.” He grins as a bartender takes his drink order. Then he turns to me.
I get right to it. “What’s going on?”
“I take it you heard we got some shady news this evening,” he says. “My guys made twelve arrests today. All possession and selling. All to guys asking for your guys.”
“And let me guess. All Chadovich?”
He nods.
“Fuck.”
“So he’s running our product,” Maverick says.
“Yeah,” Damon sighs. The bartender hands him his drink. After she walks away, he keeps talking. “And that’s not all. He’s got four other trucks running south. If I had to guess, he’s going to cut the rest of the shipments off at Las Cruces. And that’s if he doesn’t just chuck men over the fence to Juarez himself.”
I’ve heard enough.
I finish the rest of my drink in one swallow and Maverick, Baron, and I head out. Once we are standing next to my car, I pace. I needed air. More than that, I needed to be able to think without cotton candy scented girls waving their tits around in my face.
“So what are we going to do?” Maverick asks. “We can’t just let him take over. He’s selling our blow. He’s stealing our trucks.”
“You think Ransome doesn’t know that?” Baron snaps at him.
“Well, we need to figure out what we are going to do about it,” Maverick barks back.
They both look at me.
“Cuz?” Baron asks.
“What’s the plan?” Maverick joins in.
I pull my phone out of my pocket. “I’m going to make a phone call.”
After three rings, Jenica picks up, her voice annoyed and sleepy.
