“That’s not it. Zane had his partner with him, Jay Hoover, and he gave me….an uneasy feeling.”
“What do you mean, baby girl?”
“He didn’t give me that begrudging respect that I usually get. He didn’t even try to hide his hate.”
Jay Hoover. Why does that name sound familiar? It hits me like a ton of bricks.
“Hoover. As in Hoover enterprises?” I ask, picking up my phone and shooting off a quick Google search pulling up his dad’s picture, Gregory Hoover. I slide it to Les, and it takes her two seconds for it to register.
“We went to school with his younger brother Trevor.” She buries her face in her hands. “Fuck.”
“Someone want to explain?” Leo asks, spreading his hands out.
“We went to a private school with Trevor Hoover. He got initiated into the Poletti family his senior year,” Les a
