“Though, that shit has stopped since other shit got hot forher after her neighbor was shot dead in her bedroom,” Rush went on.
Dutch swallowed his pizza and asked, “Anything on that?”
“That was a harder pull, but yeah.She likes to get laid.Though the guy couldn’t pinpoint who was there, since she spread her lovearound, which Bronson figures might have been the problem.One of them gotjealous, came over and got up in her shit, things escalated to a fight.She wasfishing too much in a stinking pond, messing with men who don’t like to bemessed with and have no problem sharing that in ugly ways, even with a woman.Khalon Stephens didn’t like the sound of it.And we are where we’re at.”
“He give you names?”
“He had trouble narrowing it down.”
“Jesus,” Dutch muttered, taking another bite.
“But it doesn’t matter.This racket is highly organized,”Rush said.“You’re in, you deal with what you deal with.This situation wasbig, and she’s flashy, so she was known, and when that went down, word gotaround.But Bronson isn’t part of the counterfeit cash gig.He’s ondistribution of Cialis and Viagra that comes in from Canada and Mexico.So forthe most part, he doesn’t know names, just faces.Until I told him her name, hedidn’t know it.Just knew what happened with her, and that she was out, and allwere told not to associate with her.”
“You believe him?”
“He was pretty tweaked he’d been hauled in by Chaos.Can’tsay he spilled right away, but eventually he was cooperative and absolutely notat one with her shit landing on him, or their racket, in any way.So, yeah.”
Fuck.
“You cut him loose?”Dutch asked.
“Pretty certain we got all we could from him, so again,yeah.”
“Right.”
“The kid?”Rush asked.
“You line ten thousand men up that all meet the samedescription, he’d pick the fucker out in five seconds flat.”
“So we need to be all over that warehouse when you said wecan’t be all over that warehouse.”
“Nightingale is on that.Vance, Luke and Roam met the kid,witnessed his break, and not surprisingly, man hours loosened up.They’re allin.They’re setting up surveillance equipment as we speak.”
“Fuckin’ great,” Rush said.
“Yeah.”
“Between us on her and Nightingale on that warehouse, we’llget him, Dutch,” Rush said.
He hoped so.
“Yeah.”
“Catch some sleep.Wanna meet with you tomorrow, set aschedule of who’s on her, who’s on security for Carlyle and his mom andsister.”
“Time?”
“Whenever.Your call.”
Dutch studied Georgie, who was off the phone andconcentrating on eating and not falling over.
He got that.
You could run a marathon, and if you’re fit, probably paintyour bedroom after.
But emotion will suck it all out of you every time.
“I’ll text you in the morning,” Dutch told him.
