“Liam Nightingale.He’s recently opened an investigationsfirm in LoDo.Get me a meet.Immediately.”
“For what?”Brady asked.
“I’ll explain that when I sit down with him,” Marcusanswered.
Brady got closer.
His man was tall, lean, cut, pretty-boy features,light-brown hair, all of this hiding his ability to get a variety of jobs donein a variety of creative ways.In other words, however he needed to do it toget it done.
He was uncomfortable, not with what he said next.Marcus hadno problems with the people he trusted around him speaking their minds andBrady knew that.
He was uncomfortable with Marcus making any moves that mightbe unsafe.
This didn’t happen often.In fact, it happened rarely andonly when the need arose.But Brady was protective in more ways than it beingpart of his job description to protect his boss.
Marcus had bought that loyalty not with money but withsomething only men like him and Brady knew was much more precious.
“Mr.Sloan, we don’t know dick about that guy.”
“If you think that’s true, you haven’t been payingattention,” Marcus told him, his tone not harsh, simply informative.“He hasn’tbeen on the scene long but he’s made quite an impact in the time he has.”
“I’ve heard about him.I’ve heard he gets the job done.I’vealso heard his dad is a cop.Veteran.Years on the force.His brother is also acop.So is his best friend, Chavez.And Chavez’s younger brother, no one knowswhat that guy is.All they know is that Hector Chavez is a wild card and anyonewith links to a wild card like that makes me uneasy.”
“Nightingale’s other best friend is Darius Tucker.”
Brady gave a nod but said, “He’s still untested.”
“Then we’re going to test him.”
Brady held his gaze only a moment before he nodded.
Marcus continued to issue orders.
“You’re on me, as usual.I want Louie on the streets.Theother men stay on task.But keep Vince from this.”
Brady’s mouth got hard and he nodded.
Marcus’s man Vince had his uses, they were valuable, butboth Marcus and Brady had had reservations for some time about the man.
Louie seemed able to keep him in check, however, so thosevaluable uses could be put to work without causing hassle or headache.
With no further words, they moved out of the club.
Brady opened the back door to the black sedan limousine thatwas waiting only feet from the entrance of Smithie’s.Marcus folded in.
Brady closed the door, rounded the car, and sat in the frontseat next to Marcus’s driver, Ronald.
Through this, Marcus pulled out his phone.
He flipped it open and made the call.
“Yes, Mr.Sloan,” his secretary Kelly answered.
“Smithie has a dancer.Her name is Daisy.Find out heraddress and send her a bouquet of daisies.A large one.”
“Daisies?”
“Daisies.A lot of them.”
