That was not going to happen.
“Where is this little motherfucker?” I asked. “I’d like to tell him no to his face.”
“He’s not here,” Enrique said. “He’s working tonight at Juliet’s.”
“Then let’s go,” I said. “I want this done and over with because I am done and over with it.”
“Sure,” Enrique said. “But now? I just got here and—”
I made a noise. “Enrique, this is not how I manage my life,” I said. “I stay far from drama. I certainly stay far from any criminal element. If someone thinks they can blackmail me, then I need to put an end to that particular thought form. I don’t care if you just got here or not. Why would this little flea believe he could blackmail me?”
“He figures you wouldn’t want the police to know that you knew me,” he said. “And he knows everyone who was involved.”
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