We sped away. I had Savio on speakerphone while he was in his car heading to our second warehouse, closest to his bar. A month ago, we’d hunted Emers’s people throughout the night and each one was too scared to give up his whereabouts, plus Kennth Sanchez had it in his mind we’d play nice after his show of force. It only made me want to kill him even more.
“Where are you headed?” Savio asked.
“To take care of a last-minute thing.”
“I need you to get here as soon as possible,” Savio demanded.
“It shouldn’t take long.”
“No games, Renato.”
“Soon as I wrap this up, I’ll come there.” I sighed.
“Something you’re not telling me?”
“It’s safer this way.”
“Something that will put you in a position to lose your family?” he probed.
“My family will be protected.”
He sighed. “All I ask is you
