I nodded. “His body washed up on the shore a mile south of the harbor. He was shot in the head, the same as Santiago and his lawyer, which means Bull is covering his tracks. No honor amongst thieves and whatnot, but I’m glad that ugly son of a bitch is dead.”
Adam nodded, gazing into the distance. His face was impassive, and I couldn’t tell how he felt about it. Was he relieved? Angry? Glad?
“Unrelated to this,” I added, tucking my hands into my pockets. “I heard from someone in Grangetown that Bianchi is in trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“Apparently, the cops over there found coke in his apartment. It was an anonymous tip.”
Adam laughed. “No fucking way! Marcello would never touch that shit. That man is incorruptible.”
“I agree. That’s why I think someone planted it, and by someone, I mean—”
“Mendoza,” Adam finished instead of me. “That demented psycho lost his marbles.”
“Anyway, I’m off,” I said, heading toward the door. “My point being… There are bigger problems in this world than feeding a small dog.”
Chapter 20
Milo, the Ugly Dog, and Other Disasters
Adam
Jordan Slade was a devious cunt. Okay, maybe that sounded too harsh, but hedidsneak into my life, broke my heart, and left me with that monstrosity of a dog. First, that ugly mutt tried to rape me. Then he tried to eat me. After I ordered some dog food because Jordan the Deceiver didn’t buy any, I fed the damn animal, and he fell asleep in the kitchen. He seemed uncomfortable lying on the cold tiles, so I ordered some additional stuff for him. It meant:
More dog food
Three stainless steel water bottles
Treats to help him gain more weight because he looked skinny
A collar and a leash
A brush, nail clippers, and shampoo
A dog bed
