Page 437 of Sticks and Stones
YES.
Cash didn’t hesitate to keep talking.
“They dragged him back in, and the screaming started up again. Then, they came back out, and we closed the bar up fast. They carried him out the back, put him in the dumpster, and tossed the mattress. We all went home.”
Ethan grabbed the man, yanked him up, and slammed him off the wall.
He had bad news for Cash.
“He’s our brother,” he said, softly in the man’s ear. “He’s our family. That cop that they brutalized is the person we love most in this city. He had Christmas with us. We eat at his family’s place, and you let him sit naked in a dumpster to die?” he asked.
The man sobbed.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please! I was scared Renegade would do the same to me!”
Bullshit.
Gene put his fist through the wall by his head, and stared into his eyes.
“We want to know who Renegade is getting the men from that he’s mule-ing out. We want to know who the drug supplier is. There’s no way those five assholes went four and a half hours on our friend without being juiced up. Were they taking drugs?”
Cash said nothing.
To make him speak, he grabbed the man by the throat, and slowly squeezed, choking him out like someone had done to Corbin.
His eyes were huge, and he was panicking.
“Now, Cash, I’d tell my partner here if they were using. If not, you’re not going to enjoy what he does to you.”
Gene took that leg of the table and slammed it into the wall between his legs.
The man whimpered.
He nodded enthusiastically.
That made Gene let him breathe.
“He was using! I saw a baggie. It was little. The size of a quarter. I asked what it was, and he just laughed and said libido juice. He said he wanted to go all night long.”
As soon as he said it, he closed his eyes.
That’s when he heard the flick of the lighter, and that got him talking again.
“I don’t know where he got it from. I only saw him once. I was having a cigarette in the alley, back by the dumpster, when a car backed into the space. Renegade went out the back door and the trunk was popped. That’s when he got out a package.”
They knew that would be the drugs.
“What kind of a package?” he asked.
Cash held up his hands. It was maybe this big,” he said, showing them.
So no bigger than a foot-by-foot box.
That would hold quite a few balloons of drugs to be distributed to three mules.
“What happened next?” Ethan asked, as he held Cash against the wall.
“He closed the trunk and went back into the bar. They didn’t know I was there, and I didn’t ask shit. I knew better. Renegade is sick.”
