I know where they found out about the job, but beyond that...
I still have the wallet.
No ID, no cards. But now I pull it apart, and a jolt of adrenaline hits.
In a hidden slot is a receipt for the fucking wallet and something else. A razor?
He got them at a bodega, cheap pieces of crap, but the bodega, as I hack into the CCTV, has footage, and there he is. With a beard.
And something clicks in my head.
I have seen him before.
While I don't really remember his name because I don't ever hire thugs like him, I think it is something or other Riviera, and he has a rap sheet.
But I don't look at the police one. I look for his photo on the dark web, and when I find it, there are some choice aliases. Knuckles R. Riviera No Stains, to name two. I really don't want to know about the second one, but armed with a list, I search the places where he has put himself out there for hire.
I sit back an hour later, rubbing a hand down my face.
Dude is a bad dude, so I really don't care I killed him and his friend. But he is mainly into chopping up and getting rid of body parts, making concrete boots and their equivalent, and beating the shit out of people.
Killing, too. But he is no assassin.
And while I'm pretty fucking sure Dom Rebecci hired him...some of the jobs under Rebecci's belt sure sound like this guy, I'm not sure if he was hired to do the job at my place by Dom.
And if he was...I don't have enough to link the two.
Not directly. Not in any capacity.
Well, fuck, I would know if I had kept Riviera alive and then tortured the information out of him. But hey, hindsight and all that bullshit.
My phone lights up, and Cade's name flashes.
"Give me something good," I say.
"Got a lead from Zayne. He pulled some strings."
Zayne is a hacker who is also a cop. And a member of the Syndicate. He actually put my uncle in his place once, which took some fucking balls.
"What kind of strings?"
"Ones that convince someone who works for Rebecci to talk."
I sit up. "Really?"
"Yeah, but the caveat is he will only do it in person. Zayne swears if anyone knows if Dom's our man, then it is this guy."
"And he will speak to me?"
"He will speak to you. Lower East Side. At Jupiter Bar."
"How soon can you be here?" I ask.
Jupiter Bar doesn't like non-drinkers, which I get. It is a bar. But even in the daytime, it is seedy as fuck, and I sit with my whiskey, pretending to play with my phone.
I'm not. I'm bugging the shit out of Cade.
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