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“That may be so, but he still deserves to have his spleen removed for tryin’ to grab a twelve-year-old, no matter what his excuse is. Just let me have him when you’re done.”
Of course, I can’t promise that, but I give him a chin lift. “I’ll try my best.”
He snorts, then we head out of the office and across the far side of the room.
I ignore the screaming from the fight, and the people yelling all around me. I ignore the interested eyes from women as I pass by. When I’m on a mission, nothing else matters.
When I get into the darkened room, the asshole has the audacity to look relieved.
I don’t know him from Adam, and it makes me all the more angry he’d involve me in this sick, twisted game of his. Whatever that may be.
“Speak,” I bark.
He grips the edge of the metal bars; Big Papa had a cell fitted for occasions like this. I’ve gotta hand it to the man; he’s thought of everything.
He looks kinda dumbstruck. He’s shorter than me, wide-set but nothing I can’t handle.
Question is, why was he hanging around asking about fighting, and then pulling some sick shit at Union Station? It makes no sense. What if Big Papa hadn’t followed him? What then? Why are there so many sick fucks around?
“I- I didn’t do what they said.”
“No? You didn’t try to snatch a kid out in broad daylight?”
“Wasn’t like that,” he stammers. “I’ve got a daughter?—”
“What the fuck are you doin’ here, and why do you think you know me?”
He better start talking or this is gonna get old fast.
“I— we served in the same division.”
“That’s fuckin’ funny because I’ve never heard of you. You sure you’re not just throwin’ names around to get favor with Big Papa?”
He shakes his head. “N-no.”
“What division was that?”
“Green Berets. I was Delta Force.”
Anybody could walk in here and spin that shit.
“So? What the fuck do you want?”
“I just wanted to fight. I’m broke after my business failed. Someone said I should talk to Brew, I admit, I shot my mouth off.”
“Why did you try to snatch a kid?”
“Just like I told Big Papa. It wasn’t me who’s the creep, it was the other guys hangin’ around there.”
“What other guys?”
“I’ll get to that.”
I move closer to the bars. “Don’t ever fuckin’ drop my name unless you’re ready to bleed.”
He swallows hard. “Let me explain, then you’ll see this is all backwards.”
“And why would I do that? Got dragged all the way out here after a very long day,” I say. Only now am I feeling just how tired I am. I want to go home, have a shower, and relax. I don’t want to be in this shithole.
