“Put him on speaker andsee what he wants,” Pinkie said.
Toomey connected the call and said, “Hello?”
“Hey, Toomey. It’s Ricky Gennaro.”
“Good morning, Mr. Gennaro.”
“Morning. Listen, something’s come up that I need help with—are you available today?”
Toomey looked at Pinkie and Miguel, both of whom nodded.
“I’m free all day,” Toomey said. “What do you need?”
“Great. I’m looking for a driver slash bodyguard. Should only be for a few hours.”
“I can do that. You expecting trouble?”
“No, but better to be safe than sorry, right?”
“Always. What are you paying?”
“Your usual rate is what again?”
“A grand a day.”
“How about I pay you two.”
“That’s very generous. What time do you need me?”
“Is thirty minutes from now too soon?”
“I should be able to do that. We using your car?”
“I was hoping you could bring one. Something nondescript, you know, that’ll blend in.”
“I can arrange that. But it’ll cost an extra five hundred.”
“Not a problem.”
“Okay, then I’d better get a move on if I’m going to get there on time.”
“Thanks, Toomey. See you soon.”
Toomey hung up. “Huh.”
“What?” Miguel asked.
“He usually grumbles when he has to pay my regular rate.”
“That’s because he’s overestimating his net worth,” Pinkie said. “Don’t worry about it, though. Whether he pays you or not, when this is over, I’m giving you a nice bonus, and a full-time gig working directly with me and Miguel.”
“Thank you, Mr. Ramirez.”
“Miguel, we got a car Toomey can use?”
“We do. I already texted one of the guys and it should be here in about fifteen.”
“Excellent. And Rios is still on Rosa?”
