“A place where you keep your guns.” Kieran’s voice was bland.
“Then no,” Enzo answered. “I have too many guns to fit in just a locker. I guess you could say I have an entire murder den.”
“Whoa,” Haz whispered. Clearly, he was impressed.
“Someone is overcompensating,” I sang.
“Can I see?” Haz asked, completely enthralled. Half-pint had a weird fascination with murder weapons.
“No,” Kieran said at the same time Enzo answered, “Of course.”
“Did my dad have a murder den too?” Haz asked.
“Look, this is sweet and all, and I respect you trying to learn your family tree, but can we get back to the fact that your employee of the month is out there spreading lies and trying to get Rett killed?”
“Rett would never steal from Tommy or anyone. Well, unless he was really hungry. But then it’s okay, right?” Haz said and looked up at Kieran.
“Steal whatever you want, baby doll.”
Enzo nodded.
“The point here,” I said, getting frustrated, “is that Tommy is manipulating you, and you’re falling for it.”
“I don’t fall for anything.” His words were steel.
“Ghost said Tommy broke into Rett’s apartment and trashed the place. And he caught Tommy trying to beat him up,” Haz explained. “Apparently, Rett gottwopills from himone time, and now Tommy’s trying to make him deal for him.”
“So Rett is an addict?” Enzo concluded.
“If one more person says that, I’m going to light them on fire,” I intoned. “And then I’ll light a cigarette with the body, enjoy my smoke, and watch it burn.”
“Rett isn’t an addict. He has rheumatoid arthritis and can’t afford to see a doctor,” Haz said.
“You aren’t a very good husband,” Enzo said to me. Then to Haz, he said, “Bring your friend to see me. I’ll get him a doctor.”
I had the knife to his throat again before Kieran could stop me. “Look at that,” I spat. “You’re standing in the exact spot my patience goes to die.”
“I know he isn’t stealing from me,” Enzo said.
“Go on,” I allowed.
A gun appeared between us, the stubby nozzle shoved into my chest.
Kieran appeared, his gun going against Enzo’s temple. “Not in my house.”
“You saw that off yourself?” I asked, eyes not bothering to look down at the weapon Enzo was brandishing.
“With my teeth,” Enzo deadpanned.
I laughed and pushed away. “Fine. Let’s talk.”
Enzo straightened and walked farther into the room. “This isn’t the first time product has disappeared out from under me. But this is the largest amount so far.”
“It’s obviously Tommy,” I pointed out.
“Yes, but I haven’t been ableto prove it.”
“So? Kill him anyway,” Kieran added.
