Page 54 of Dizzy

“Knocker’s got to be comin’ up for parole soon,” Pig Iron muses.

“Next month.” Heavy taps his fingers on the wood table.

“It look good?”

“No. They’re gonna make him serve out his sentence. But he’s only got four years left.”

“You think Knocker’s behind this?” Pig Iron asks.

“You think Rab Daugherty or Chaos had the idea to go after those blueprints?” Heavy raises his eyebrows.

I do not. Doesn’t seem like anyone else wants to argue the point.

“So what do we do? Chaos knew about the blueprints, so that means the Raiders likely know enough to get the Feds interested if they were so inclined. Or the Raiders can make trouble with our clients. We don’t know if she realizes it, but Dizzy’s house mouse has shit on us, too. We got a lot of exposure here.” Pig Iron looks to Heavy.

“I say you let me take that skinny bitch back to the basement. Alone. I’ll make her talk.” Jed makes sure to eye fuck me while he says it. From all the way over on the other side of the table. Pussy.

“We can go any time you want,” I remind him.

This wannabe badass. He thinks he can bait me. I ain’t uncertain about the size of my dick like he is. He ain’t takin’ Fay-Lee nowhere. I will be takin’ him to school, though. If not today, soon.

“Come on over here. We’ll see who the skinny bitch is.”

Heavy holds up a hand. “Now is not the time. I have a different idea. Pig Iron, when are you going up to SCI Wayne next?”

“I was thinkin’ I’d drop by on the way back fromSpank.”

“Push that date up. Go on your way there. Ask Scrap what he hears about Knocker.”

“They ain’t in the same block. Knocker’s up the hill in medium security.”

Heavy nods. “Tell Scrap to let it be known that we will fill up the commissary, or bank account, of anyone who has information on our friend. Make sure the guards hear, too. I want to know who visits him. Who he calls. Who calls him.”

“We just gonna ignore the fact that we have a source of information prancing around out there in the commons?” Jed sniffs.

I push back from the table and make my chair screech just to watch him jump. It’s gonna be so unsatisfying to beat his ass. He’s such a poseur.

Heavy gives me a slight shake of the head. I raise an eyebrow.

“Pig Iron,” Heavy says. “Would you be okay with us taking Deb somewhere to get her to talk?

“You can’t shut her up.” Pig Iron chuckles. “But I believe you’re trying to make a point. So, no. You can’t touch my old lady.”

“The skank’s been here a hot second. She ain’t Dizzy’s old lady.” Jed must have developed a death wish.

“I’ll ask Nickel if he’s cool with us takin’ Story down to the basement next time I see him. When he’s got questions, I’ll refer him to you.” Pig Iron claps Jed on the back. “You’re wrong, young blood. And you’re racking up the ass-whuppins. Don’t mistake Dizzy’s restraint for weakness. I been huntin’ with the man many times. He waits for his shot.”

It ain’t a lie.

Heavy bangs a fist on the table. “So if there’re no objections, I propose we release funds not to exceed ten thousand dollars to shake the trees up at SCI Wayne and see what we can find out about Knocker Johnson. Dizzy talks to his mouse. Finds out what she knows.”

“Motion seconded,” Grinder says.

“All in favor.”

There’s a smattering of “ayes” and an “I need a beer” from Boots.

“Motion carries.”

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