But this is not the same as using the full clout I mustered when it came to Cade and Vi a while back.
When it's family, it needs to stay within those perimeters. And Rebecci is not a computer guy. Most of these guys aren't.
They have them, though.
But another hacker won't be my enemy here.
It'll be Rebecci, or even if I'm wrong about Rebecci and for some reason it's Costa or someone else, then I still need mafia power.
I need my name.
My father's name.
It sits heavy on my chest.
Finally, Dad hangs up on one last call. "As I think I said, you'll be owing heavily. Men will be heading off shortly."
"But not you."
It doesn't seem to grind like glass against my father's skin the way it does mine as I say those words.
"Fuck no. I don't need to. Besides, this is your mess."
"You're right. It's my mess. I'll get them out of it."
"Where do you think you're going? I'm the one who called in the favors and got the information." He looks at me and picks up his cigar, then puts it down. Then he waits until I get up from his chair so he can sit.
"Well?" I ask. "Where is she?"
"My spy tells me Lyndall is with this dead man walking, Dom Rebecci." Dad doesn't need to explain how fast he got the information, but he has low-level spies everywhere, in every family. People he can get basic information from. Like if someone's dating someone they shouldn't, if someone is home, if they've kidnapped his kid. That kind of thing. "She's in the Catskills. He has a property there."
"Are they?—"
"No they. Just her. As in Lyndall. The maid said a young girl, teen."
Alarm bells start to clang.
"I'll go."
"You'll still owe." Dad stares me down.
"Don't I always?" I wait.
I know what he said earlier, and I know he hates getting his hands dirty, but surely...
It's clear when Dad relights his cigar that he meant it. He's staying here.
I curl the disgust up inside and turn, making my way to the door.
"And, Enzo? This time, I'll be collecting."
"What gives?" Silas's smug voice should be something I'm grateful for as I'm strung out like a tweaker jonesing for drugs.
Except, it's not drugs, it's the safety of my sister and Lola.
It sits on me, claws deep, the fact Lola wasn't mentioned. But it wasn't Dad talking to or negotiating with fucking Rebecci. It was information from a low-level made man who made extra cash by giving information on comings and goings if needed.
Even something like that would get her killed, but I can almost hear my father stating it's what happens when you don't have super loyal staff or a housekeeper who commandeers staff.
