“Sebastian. It’s been a long time, mi amigo.”
“Sí,” I agree. “I came to see if you’ve found anything out about the person I asked you to look into a few weeks ago.”
“I’m assuming he’s important if it warrants an in-person visit.” He grins.
I roll my eyes. I’ve been in this game far longer than Angel, so for him to think I don’t know what he’s doing makes me want to laugh. “I’ve given you payment, now tell me what you’ve found.”
He tsks. “I think more payment is needed.”
I cut my chin toward Miguel, who lifts his shirt, showing off his piece. “I think not, amigo.”
“I have an address. Nothing else.”
I smile when he doesn’t try to fight. I’m glad he knows better. “Great. I’ll take that and be on my way.”
He pulls a folded-up yellow piece of paper from his pants pockets and hands it to me. Miguel snatches it from him and shoves it into his own pocket.
“Pleasure doing business,” I say as we turn to walk out of the old run-down restaurant.