Stefan knew he shouldn’t have said that last bit, but he couldn’t help himself.
“Interesting,” Pinkie said.
When he didn’t elaborate, Stefan decided he’d had enough. “You said if I answered your questions, you’d let me go. I’ve told you everything I know. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to be on my way.”
“What if I were to say we want similar things?”
“What do you mean?”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you want Gennaro to suffer.”
“I do.”
“See, so do I.” Pinkie clapped him on the back. “But I’m worried you’re going to get in my way. Miguel, what do we do with people who get in our way?”
“We make them disappear.”
“That’s right. We make them disappear.”
“Th-th-there’s no reason for that,” Stefan stammered. “I-I won’t do anything, I promise! Or-or I could even help you. Yeah, anything you want I’ll—”
“Um, Mr. Ramirez?” Toomey said, cutting him off.
He was holding his phone, which was vibrating with an incoming call.
When Pinkie looked over, Toomey held up the screen. The name on it read:Ricky Gennaro.
Chapter 53
Ten minutes earlier, Gennaro pacedhis living room, his blood pressure skyrocketing.
In just a few short hours, he would be on his way out of the country with a million dollars in cash and access to twenty-four million more.
Today was the most important day of his life.
He should be excited, but instead he was livid.
Where the hell were Dominic and Manny?
He’d been trying to reach them since last night to inform them that the schedule had been moved up and that he needed their help. But every single call had gone straight to voicemail.
Knowing those two bozos, they’d probably partied too hard last night in anticipation of their coming payday and were sleeping it off.
From the hallway, he heard the door to his sister’s bedroom open and close, followed by her footsteps coming his way.
“I’m heading out,” she said when she reached the living room.
He glanced at the clock. It was two minutes until ten. “It’s not time yet.”
“For what?”
“We talked about this, remember? The thing you’re picking up for me?”
“Relax. I have some errands to run. I’ll get it while I’m out.”
“Dammit, Rosa! You need to be there at a specific time. You can’t just show up whenever you want.”
“You said around noon, right? I’ll make sure I’m free then. Where am I supposed to be?”
