I ran harder, and we finally found the truck. We put the duffel in the toolbox in the back before gunning it the hell out of the parking garage. We took Koval to Las Vegas Boulevard and headed to Sunset to catch CR-215 to South Rainbow.
I didn’t stop until we pulled into the parking lot of Sparks Bail Bonds. At least I knew I had allies there.
Bailey got out and headed for the toolbox to retrieve the golf bag. “Wait.”
I saw a black Mustang in the parking lot that belonged to Brian Greeley, parked next to an unmarked police cruiser, based on the plates. If Greeley was back, he likely had Spitzer with him, and I wasn’t ready to give up our only leverage to get time with Garcia.
“Let’s go inside first. That’s Gree’s car.” I pointed to the black beast near the rear entrance.
Bailey nodded and closed the lid on the toolbox. We went to the back door, and I pushed the bell before unlocking it to let us inside. We walked into the swamp to see Gree and Keats standing outside Sparky’s office, the door closed.
“What’s going on?”
Gree waggled his eyebrows. “Spitz is inside with… Drumroll, please.” Keats slapped his thighs with his hands to simulate a drumroll before attempting the sound of a cymbal crash with his mouth.
“Thank you, my good man.” Gree then turned to me. “Marcelo Garcia. Looks like Garcia is going to turn on his brothers, be they motorcycle or cartel. So far, he hasn’t given up where his loyalty lies.
“He is, however, going into hiding with the assistance of the US Marshals Service. Fitz was able to hook Spitz up with a marshal’s detail without having to call in the DEA quite yet. Spitz wants to use Garcia’s contacts to round up the whole bunch—cartel and MC—and he refuses to let you question Garcia. He’llshare information with you when he gets it, Jagger, but he won’t allow you in the room with Garcia alone.”
“What’s the charge?” I asked.
“Spitz is going for drug-trafficking and distribution, but that’s all he’ll say,” Keats answered.
“Where’s Fitz?” I asked.
“Inside acting as a witness for Spitz in case Garcia wants to pull some bullshit like harassment or brutality. What did you two find out? Does he work here now?” Gree pointed at Bailey.
“Maybe when Sparky and Monty get back. Anyway, get Fitz and Spitzer out. I have more information to share.”
“I’ll get them,” Bailey said as he walked to the door and knocked. He glanced at me and winked.
When Fitz opened the door, Bailey whispered to him. Fitz nodded and turned to Spitzer. “Can we step out for a moment?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bailey
As I stood in the doorway of Sparky’s office, I noticed Garcia was handcuffed to the large ergonomic desk chair. “I’ll stay with him so he doesn’t get any bright ideas about going out the window.” Wasn’t I the team player?
“No talking,” Spitzer snapped before he and Morgan stepped out of the office. I closed the door and turned the lock, figuring I didn’t have much time with Garcia.
I sneered at the rat bastard. “You’re causing a lot of fucking trouble, aren’t you? Are you a Víbora Cartel member or do you ride with the Viper Kings?”
The motherfucker smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
His dark curly hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and he had a scar on his right cheek. I didn’t find him attractive, but I was guessing a lot of women and men would.
“I’m sorry your old lady was killed. Was it you or Pedro who did the deed? Did you know she was pregnant before you gave her a hot shot?”
“Fuck if she was. Mar—that’s a fishing trip I ain’t taking, puta. Who the fuck are you?” Garcia looked worried, so I smirked at him, keeping my mouth shut.
Finally, he broke. “You’re a fucking Fed, ain’t ya? I shoulda known that the Boy Scout out there couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He can’t fucking offer me anything now that you’re involved, and I’m not talking until I know my ass is safe from the Viper Kings.”
I chuckled. “So you’re actually a cartel man? How would Pedro feel if he knew you knocked up his old lady?”
He hissed. “She wasn’t shit to me except a mule. She was still Pedro’s property. He was pissed that she botched a job by getting arrested, but he wouldn’t kill the mother of his child.”
“Who would?” I watched him closely as he stared into space.
