Page 125 of Clean Slade
We’re still on for 10, yeah?
I waited, but nothing happened.
“Everything okay?” Tiago asked from the reception.
I nodded and returned to him and the food.
Before I changed my mind, I sent a follow-up message.
King:
Didn’t mean to piss you off. I just admire him and what he does so much.
Once again, no answer.
I sent a message to Nino.
King:
I think I pissed off our contact.
Nino:
What? How?
King:
I asked to meet the boss.
Nino:
Good.
King:
Yeah, but he’s gone cold on me.
I saw the dots dance on my screen over and over again, but no response came through.
What was it today? Was I going to piss off every criminal in my life?
Nino:
Meet us at your house.
Nino:
Now.
My house?
What the fuck are they doing in my house?
Mac would be out of school soon. I thought I made it clear they had to ask my permission before they showed up. My father especially.
“Tiago, can you keep an eye on the salon for me? I need to go.”
I glanced around at all the dogs in their crates looking at me with miserable puppy-dog eyes, and I felt guilty for ditching, but I needed to go.
