Page 16 of Broken Saint

Gabe's posture eased a fraction. "You know that's not true. My wife and her are close, and the success of her business means a lot to the success of The Sinclair. We have a lot invested in her. However, your non-answers and your anger have given me the information I needed."

The more he said, the more my head wanted to blow.

"I don't play fucking games, Michaels. You shouldn’t, either. In fact, if I were you, I would take my presence here more seriously. I may not have anything on you or your casino, yet, but if you don't get your house clean it's only a matter of time."

"That's bullshit." His voice turned ice cold. "We here at The Sinclair are squeaky clean. Our records have been audited as appropriate and more importantly it's that way because that's the way we want it. My brothers and I have no interest in pushing any legal limits."

I narrowed my eyes. Michaels certainly talked a good talk. Even made it sound convincing.

"If that's true, then someone in your organization needs to be fired. You need better background checks on who you get into business with."

With that, I turned and exited the room.

"Fucking Reed!" Gabe shouted. "You can’t drop a bomb like that and walk away."

I jerked the door closed behind me on a rough pull. Gabe Michaels had it all wrong. I could walk away whenever I wanted. It wasn't my job to clean up his messes.

I also didn't need him looking out for Nova.

We were two consenting adults who both knew exactly what we were getting into when this thing started. I'd made the rules as clear as possible with her.

As I slammed my way out of what felt like the bowels of this hotel, my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. Not getting a great feeling about who or why someone would be texting me this early in the morning, I yanked the device from my pocket and read the message.

The caller's name and number were blocked.

Got some information on those diamonds. Something is going down tonight. You ain't got much time. G

Shit. I couldn't believe my eyes. One of my informants had actually come through with some intel. Fuck. It had better be actionable. I was sick and tired of spinning my wheels on this case. Maybe this day wouldn't be a complete and total shit show after all.

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