Page 48 of Deadly Target
“Gino supplies girls to him in exchange for the meth ingredient.”
“The guy’s disgusting.” Did Alfie have a conscience? Interesting. Olivia said he had a daughter, so maybe trafficking young girls hit too close to home. “I have some pictures that might help you take him down too.”
“I’ll be happy to arrest the scumbag. Now, what about the proof on the six Kings who showed up yesterday and nearly killed me? Two got shot, but we haven’t been able to find them yet. Do you know who they are?Wherethey are?”
There was a pause and Victor heard the crinkling of paper. “This is one of their hiding spots. And this…” Background noise filtered in, and Victor wondered if Alfie was holding up something for Olivia to see. “This is gold. You’ll find a phone conversation on here of Frankie giving the instructions to take out Valiant, by any means necessary.”
“You bugged Frankie’s phone?”
No answer—at least not a verbal one—but Victor wasn’t surprised.
“What about the DEA agent? Where’s the proof Frankie ordered that hit?”
Once again, the waitress interrupted and Victor heard the sound of a plate hitting the tabletop. “One porterhouse steak, rare, and I threw in extra fries.” She giggled and lowered her voice. “Don’t tell George, okay?”
Unbelievable. The waitress was hitting on the mob guy while he was sitting with Olivia. The thumping of her knife started up again, making Victor smile.
The sound of clinking silverware came through the wire as Alfie dug in. “You find the goons in the hit squad and you’ll find the one who shot your DEA agent. Put the right kind of pressure on that person, and they’ll testify that Frankie ordered the hit.”
“There were six, Alfie. Can you be more specific about which one I should focus on?”
Alfie’s reply was slightly muffled as he chewed. “Actually, from what I know, one is a woman. Served in the Army as a sniper, I believe. You might want to start with her.”
The thumping stopped. “What’s her name?”
“Sure you don’t want to share this steak with me? It’s excellent. That’s why I come here. Good food and nice service. Here, have a fry.”
“Why won’t you give me the name? You got a thing for her or something?”
“Try a fry. They’re homemade.”
“You don’t want to betray her, why?”
Another heavy sigh, and loud chewing. “I have no loyalty to any of the Suarez Kings.”
“And I’m Mother Teresa. If you’re not loyal to her, why won’t you share her name?”
Silence.
Olivia tried again. “She’s part of the family, isn’t she?”
“Was.”
Meaning what? This woman had been part of the DeStefano family? Victor sent a text to Thomas, asking him to look into potential candidates who had Army sniper experience and any link to the DeStefano syndicate. She could be tied to them because of a relative.
Olivia’s voice lowered. “When I find her, I’ll keep your name out of it, deal?”
For some reason, that seemed to do the trick. “You might check with Frankie’s ex-girlfriend, Marquita Lomas. She can give you details.”
“Marquita? She knows the sniper?”
“Calls her ‘sister.’”
“Why that little…” Olivia’s voice trailed off. “You’re not sending me on a wild goose chase here, are you?”
There was a strained silence. “Marquita and her sister have both been in deep with Frankie. One slept with him, and the other—a member of the Kings—works for him.”
“Marquita was protecting her sister.”
