Page 16 of Point of Infinity
That piqued his interest.
“Oh, yeah, good trouble?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “She was hot.”
“Naw.” I chuckled. “The fat fuck of a cook wouldn’t give her the money he owed her. I had to remind him to be a good employer.”
“Something we need to watch out for?” Patrick looked over at me.
“He’s an asshole, but I don’t think he’s stupid. You don’t mess with the Infinity Kings.” I held my fist out, and Patrick bumped it.
“Damn right.” We both chuckled.
“Becky . . .” The name didn’t fit.
Patrick’s eyebrow quirked up.
“So, you did get into some trouble?” He sat up.
“Not the kind you’re thinking. You horn dog.” I hit him with a pillow. He threw it back.
“We might be in trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” Patrick stood and walked into the kitchen, where he made himself a cup of coffee and sliced some bagels that he put in the toaster. He was a worrier, and I hated to worry him without cause. He was also a planner and Becky was a variable we hadn’t considered.
I watched his meticulous dance around the kitchen, not wasting a move. Deliberate and focused. He was tense; probably didn’t sleep last night. With Sonny’s attempt to take out Alonzo and his crew, we had to prevent it and stop Sonny once and for all.
I stood and walked toward the kitchen, where I leaned against the counter.
“Come on. What’s going on?” he yelled with a mouth full of bagel.
“This is going to sound crazy.” I slid onto a barstool at the island that separated the kitchen from the living room.
Patrick hopped onto the counter.
“Becky might be a problem for us.”
“The waitress at the shithole diner?” He pushed his hair out of his face. “Why?”
“After we confronted Murray, the diner owner, she hightailed it out of there and forgot her journal. I found it and was going to bring it back to her, but when I flipped through it, I found this.”
I showed him the photo I took of the journal page with the Infinity King’s logo.
“So, she’s a fan?” Patrick shrugged.
“If by fan you mean she wants to go scorched earth on our assess and destroy the existence of the Kings, then yeah.” I shrugged. “She’s a fan.”
“She said that in her journal?” Patrick hopped off the counter. “What the fuck did we do to her?”
I handed him the phone back. “Check out some of her more colorful descriptions of the Kings.”
He flipped through the images I took of the journal, the more interesting excepts.
“Damn.” Patrick laughed. “I’m kind of turned on. Why does she hate us so much?”
“Read the last one.”
I gave him time to read it, and when he got to the punch line, his mouth opened, and his eyes slowly met mine.
“Yeah.” I inhaled and exhaled. “We killed her mother.”
