Pilipo is sucking in air, and although he isn’t acting scared, I’m about to make him shit.
“I’m going to make this easy. I ask, you answer. Nod if you understand.”
He spits on me. I wipe my shirt. This job is so glamorous sometimes. “Okay, then. I’ll take that as a yes.” I pull a picture out of the side pocket on my leg. “Recognize her?”
Pilipo turns white as a ghost.
“That’s your daughter, yeah?”
He doesn’t say a word.
“She’s cute. Just turned four?” I taunt him.
He glares at me.
“Want someone to take her away?” I ask waving the picture of the little dark-haired girl blowing out her birthday candles.
His breathing becomes more erratic and his stare hostile.
“Tell me where you took her,” I lean in closer, “or I’m going to takeher.We know a lot of the same people, brother, and what they’re capable of.”
He doesn’t utter a word, just snarls at me. I wait him out, but he doesn’t budge.
“Fine. Let him go,” I instruct Jett. “You just signed your daughter’s death sentence.” Jett drops him to the ground. “And I’ll make sure you never find her body.”
“Wait!” Pilipo punches the dirt. “Fuck. Swear you won’t touch her!”
“Give me the information I want and I’ll think about it,” I sneer.
He glowers at me on all fours. “An estate. In Kailua.”
“Who hired you to take her?” I grab his face.
“I don’t know his name! All I know is he calls himself Protégé and is trying to take over the cartel I used to run for.”
“Who’s cartel?” I demand.
“El Rey’s.”
I look at Jett.
Shit.
WE LEFT PILIPO LYING INa pool of his own blood.
I’m just ripping off my bloody glove when my phone rings. It’s Juice.
I put it on speaker as Jett drives down a muddy road back to the highway.
“What’s up?”
“Got news. We know who hacked Endeavor.”
“Who?” we ask.
“Simon.”
“Simon? Like the Gatekeeper, Simon?” Jett questions.
