Page 11 of Givin' Me Fitz!
“Fitz and Greeley, we’ve got a call.” My attention was pulled from Sawyer’s ass as he hopped onto his bike with TJ getting on behind him. I glanced toward Sparky, where he stood in the swamp staring at me.
Brian Greeley stood across from my desk. The guy was huge in stature, and from what I’d observed, he had an enormous sense of humor to match. I didn’t mind working with a guy like that. Made the days go faster.
“Sure.” I grabbed the small can of pepper spray I’d been given until I got my permits and licenses squared away. It was supposed to happen within a few days. I hoped to hell they were right.
I followed Greeley out to his black Mustang, which was quite a muscle car. “Damn nice.”
Greeley laughed. “Consolation prize. My father was a son of a bitch. When he died, he left me this car. Nothing else. His other family got his money.”
I didn’t ask any other questions. Greeley didn’t know me and wouldn’t open up to me until we’d developed some sort of trust. Same went for me. I’d only been at Sparks for a couple of weeks and still hadn’t worked with everyone. Getting close too fast had bit me in the ass before—Zayn Reddy had taught me that lesson.
We went to the Clark County Detention Center, and I carefully observed Greeley’s style as we entered through the back door where prisoners were dropped. “Brian Greeley and Fitz Morgan from Sparks Bail Bonds. We’re here for David Fisk.”
The clerk smiled at Greeley, not acknowledging me at all. “Long time, no see, Brian.” The door buzzed before it opened, and I followed Greeley inside.
Greeley surrendered his Taser to the female deputy at the door, and when she finally turned her gaze to me, I shrugged. “I’m just observing. I have nothing to surrender.”
The redhead nodded and turned her stare back to Greeley. “You coming to Piggy’s this weekend?”
Greeley smirked. “I’m not sure. I might be working. How’ve you been?”
“Dumped my last cheating asshole. You wanna get a drink sometime?” The woman smirked.
Greeley gave her a million-dollar smile I was sure had mesmerized many a man or woman. “We’re shorthanded at Sparks, but when I get clear, I’ll come by. Can you get Fisk for us? We’re kinda in a hurry.”
The woman didn’t seem happy with his answer. “Take a seat. I’ll notify the deputy on duty.”
The woman disappeared behind another door and I turned to Greeley. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer.” The sneer on his face made me chuckle.
“I’ll pass, thanks. How about you? Sheyourtype? I’ll gladly put in a good word for you so I can get her off my jock.”
I joined him in laughing. “I like a little broader shoulder if you don’t mind.” That really brought a laugh from him.
I didn’t hide who I was from anyone, so it was best to get it out in the open at the beginning. If it meant I had to come out every day, then so be it. I was done living in the shadows.
The door to our left buzzed and opened, and a short guy shuffled out in leg-irons with his hands cuffed to a chain around his waist. In his hands were his shoestrings and a tan envelope.
“You’re fucking ridiculous with these restraints. Take ’em off him. He ain’t gonna do anything to you.” The bite in Greeley’s voice was unexpected.
The deputy removed the restraints, giving Greeley the finger before he left through the same door. The kid went to the chairs and sat down, knitting his laces through the holes of his sneakers. Once he had his shoes on, he opened the envelope and dumped out his wallet, an Apple watch and cell phone, and a wad of cash that would choke a horse.
The redhead came back and handed Greeley a manila folder. He flipped it open and began signing the papers inside.
I read over his shoulder to see what the charge was, which brought a double take. I turned to the short guy who was fucking around with his phone. “Why the hell did you piss in the fountain in the Caesars Palace lobby?”
The little guy smirked as he stood and approached us. “The men’s room was out of order, and I had to go.”
Brian finished reviewing the documents and dropped the chain-secured pen on the counter, turning to Fisk and pulling him closer. “Sign here and initial there. You’re pledging to return for your hearing which will be November 18. You have no prior arrests, so we posted your bond of one thousand dollars. In turn, you’re going to pay me eleven hundred dollars in cash. Be advised that should you not show up for your hearing, I will personally drive to Boise to pick your ass up. I promise you the drive back to Vegas won’t be fun with you in the trunk of my car.”
The guy donned a cocky smile as he signed the papers and stepped back. “I’ve got it right here. I had a good night at the tables.”
Greeley picked up the folder and handed it to the redheaded clerk. “Two copies, please.” The woman nodded and stepped to the copier by the far wall as Greeley hauled ten bucks out of his pocket and put it on the counter before turning to me.
“The guys we pick up aren’t the best or the brightest. Take David here. He’s a professional poker player and spends a lot of time in Vegas. He just got himself a charge of public intoxication and disorderly conduct, vandalism—which will require restitution to the hotel for the expenses of draining the fountain and having a hazmat crew come in to sanitize it—and now he’s banned for life from all Caesars’ properties. Seems like a stupid thing to do if your livelihood depends on being in casinos and the moneymaking tournament is held at a Caesars’ property.”
The clerk handed Greeley the folder, which he opened and passed a copy of the paperwork to David. He took the young guy’s arm and led him outside. Fisk giggled, which made me wonder if he was still drunk.
“What do we do with him now?” I followed Greeley as he headed toward his car.
