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Good to know. When she got back home, she’d start checking into Frankie’s current and former girlfriends to see what she could turn over. It might be easier to press this woman than Alfie to get valid information regarding the supposed hit that had been put out on a high-ranking DEA agent. No point in calling Navarro. He would blow her off, telling her it wasn’t enough to go on. As soon as she left Alfie’s, she’d notify Victor instead and let him alert the Drug Enforcement Agency if he thought the intel was legit.
Her host returned to the dining room, clapping his hands together. “Where were we? Do I need to reheat anything?”
Olivia downed the rest of her wine, and set the glass back on the table. “Thanks for dinner. I’ve got to go.”
Offended, Alfie put his hands on his waist. “Are you kidding me? We haven’t even talked about the good stuff yet.”
“Good stuff? Like what? You won’t even be straight with me about this DEA hit. You really think I’m going to stick around and talk about getting you a deal with the Justice Department for taking down Gino DeStefano? I’m sick of playing games with you, Alfie.”
“You promised me a deal.”
“And yet, you still haven’t given me anything I can take to the JD. My boss is breathing down my neck, and the bigwigs at the Justice Department are getting antsy too. Either give me something of value, or we’re done. No more dinners, no more wine, no more bullshit.”
He gave her a cold stare that lasted for a long, uncomfortable minute. “I have recordings, accounting records, specific information on certain targets, and some other stuff, but I’m not handing any of it over until I hear what the deal is. I have to protect myself and my daughter. They want me to testify? I’m fine with that, but I need some guarantees Mary Margaret will be safe.”
Or the same thing might happen to her that had happened to Olivia’s brother—she’d get caught in the crossfire. Gino DeStefano was not one to go down without a fight, and if Alfie testified against him, the first target for his revenge would be the little girl.
They were at an impasse. She couldn’t give him any guarantee until he handed over the information, and he wouldn’t until he had the guarantee.
She headed for the door. “I’ll be in touch.”
She left and focused on clearing her head as she walked to her car. She drove down the street and around the block, coming back to park in a dark area under a tree where she could watch Alfie’s house. Her stomach growled as she sat there, and she wished she’d snagged a piece of garlic bread for the road. While she waited, she sent a text to Victor, and a second to her contact in DC. Then she settled down in the seat to watch.
As anticipated, Alfie pulled out of the garage forty minutes later and headed for the freeway. Olivia put the car in drive and followed.
