How the fucking hell was I supposed to allow whoever to walk the streets and even reform their plans if need be, while we pass info down the production line?
Nah, couldn’t do that.
Fucking fuck that.
“Snade. I need to find him,” I declare.
“Triad, Nick?” Salvatore frowns.
“Whoa,” Jo winces, holding up his hands. “That’s deep shit. Triad?”
“Just get me an address for Snade,” I balk.
He’s the link to connect everything. It’s simple. Get to him and fill in the blanks. Find out what happened. Find out who gunned down Tommy.
“Okay, I’ll get you an address.”
While I look on at Jo with eagerness, Gabe and Salvatore exchange worried glances.
I knew this could go south but this was me and I’d do what I had to, whether they help me or not.