on her. Anywhere.”
John swallowed hard, thinking that was not good news.
“No, it isn’t. She’s either dead . . . or she’s being held somewhere with a block.” Trez cursed. “I think Lash has her, too. And I totally buy the idea that he’s working the streets for cash, and that’s the only way to find him. If I had to guess, he’s trying out human dealers first before converting them to the Lessening Society—and mark my balls, he’s going to start inducting them ASAP. He’ll want to have total control over his retail team and the only way he’s going to get that is by turning them. As for hotbeds of dealing, the malls are always jumping. So is the high school, although that’s going to be tough because of daylight problems for you. Municipal construction zones, too—the vendors in those catering trucks always used to buy from us. Also, that Xtreme skating park. Lotta shit goes down there. And under the bridges—although that’s mostly homeless, bottom-feeder real estate, so the crank ratio for cash will probably be too low for Lash to get a hard-on over.”
John nodded, thinking this was precisely the info he’d been hoping to get. What about the suppliers , he wrote. If Lash stepped into Rehv’s shoes, wouldn’t he need relationships with them?
“Yup. The big one in town, Ricardo Benloise, is pretty fucking insulated, though.” Trez glanced at his brother and there was another silence. When iAm nodded, Trez turned back. “Okay. We’ll see if we can get you some intel on Benloise—at least enough so you can trail his ass in the event he meets with Lash.”
John signed without thinking, Thank you so much.
Both of them nodded, and then Trez said, “Two caveats.”
With his hands, John urged the guy to continue.
“One, my brother and I don’t keep anything from Rehv. So we’re going to tell him you came to see us.” As John frowned, Trez shook his head. “Sorry. That’s the way it is.”
iAm interjected, “It’s cool with us that you’re digging deep. Not that the Brothers aren’t, it’s just the more hands on deck, the better her chances are.”
John could see that, but he still wanted to keep shit private. Before he could get scribbling, Trez kept going.
“And two, you must fully inform us of any information you get. Rehvenge, that fucking control-freak bastard, has commanded us to stay out of it. Your turning up here? Well, isn’t that just a convenient way for us to get involved.”
As John wondered why in the hell Rehv would tie the hands of the two warriors, iAm said, “He figures we’ll get ourselves killed.”
“And because of our . . .” Trez paused, as if looking for the right word. “. . . ‘relationship’ with him, we’re locked in.”
“He might as well have chained us to the cocksucking wall.”
Trez shrugged. “Which was why we agreed to meet with you. The moment you texted, we knew—”
“—here was the opening we—”
“—were looking for.”
As the Shadows completed each other’s sentences, John took a deep breath. At least they understood where he was coming from.
“We totally do.” Trez put his knuckles out and, as John gave them a pound, the guy nodded. “And let’s just keep this little backroom convo to ourselves.”
John leaned over the pad. Wait, I thought you said you were going to tell Rehv I was here?
Trez read over the handwriting and laughed again. “Oh, we’re going to tell him you came to visit and have a meal.”
iAm smiled darkly. “But he doesn’t need to know the rest of it.”
After Trez and John went into the back, Blay finished off his Coke and tracked Qhuinn with his peripheral vision. The guy was pacing around the bar area like he’d had his wings clipped and didn’t appreciate the trim.
He just couldn’t stand getting shut out of shit. Whether it was a dinner or a meeting or a fight, he preferred an all-access pass to life.
His kinetic silence was worse than cursing, frankly.
Blay got up and
John swallowed hard, thinking that was not good news.
“No, it isn’t. She’s either dead . . . or she’s being held somewhere with a block.” Trez cursed. “I think Lash has her, too. And I totally buy the idea that he’s working the streets for cash, and that’s the only way to find him. If I had to guess, he’s trying out human dealers first before converting them to the Lessening Society—and mark my balls, he’s going to start inducting them ASAP. He’ll want to have total control over his retail team and the only way he’s going to get that is by turning them. As for hotbeds of dealing, the malls are always jumping. So is the high school, although that’s going to be tough because of daylight problems for you. Municipal construction zones, too—the vendors in those catering trucks always used to buy from us. Also, that Xtreme skating park. Lotta shit goes down there. And under the bridges—although that’s mostly homeless, bottom-feeder real estate, so the crank ratio for cash will probably be too low for Lash to get a hard-on over.”
John nodded, thinking this was precisely the info he’d been hoping to get. What about the suppliers , he wrote. If Lash stepped into Rehv’s shoes, wouldn’t he need relationships with them?
“Yup. The big one in town, Ricardo Benloise, is pretty fucking insulated, though.” Trez glanced at his brother and there was another silence. When iAm nodded, Trez turned back. “Okay. We’ll see if we can get you some intel on Benloise—at least enough so you can trail his ass in the event he meets with Lash.”
John signed without thinking, Thank you so much.
Both of them nodded, and then Trez said, “Two caveats.”
With his hands, John urged the guy to continue.
“One, my brother and I don’t keep anything from Rehv. So we’re going to tell him you came to see us.” As John frowned, Trez shook his head. “Sorry. That’s the way it is.”
iAm interjected, “It’s cool with us that you’re digging deep. Not that the Brothers aren’t, it’s just the more hands on deck, the better her chances are.”
John could see that, but he still wanted to keep shit private. Before he could get scribbling, Trez kept going.
“And two, you must fully inform us of any information you get. Rehvenge, that fucking control-freak bastard, has commanded us to stay out of it. Your turning up here? Well, isn’t that just a convenient way for us to get involved.”
As John wondered why in the hell Rehv would tie the hands of the two warriors, iAm said, “He figures we’ll get ourselves killed.”
“And because of our . . .” Trez paused, as if looking for the right word. “. . . ‘relationship’ with him, we’re locked in.”
“He might as well have chained us to the cocksucking wall.”
Trez shrugged. “Which was why we agreed to meet with you. The moment you texted, we knew—”
“—here was the opening we—”
“—were looking for.”
As the Shadows completed each other’s sentences, John took a deep breath. At least they understood where he was coming from.
“We totally do.” Trez put his knuckles out and, as John gave them a pound, the guy nodded. “And let’s just keep this little backroom convo to ourselves.”
John leaned over the pad. Wait, I thought you said you were going to tell Rehv I was here?
Trez read over the handwriting and laughed again. “Oh, we’re going to tell him you came to visit and have a meal.”
iAm smiled darkly. “But he doesn’t need to know the rest of it.”
After Trez and John went into the back, Blay finished off his Coke and tracked Qhuinn with his peripheral vision. The guy was pacing around the bar area like he’d had his wings clipped and didn’t appreciate the trim.
He just couldn’t stand getting shut out of shit. Whether it was a dinner or a meeting or a fight, he preferred an all-access pass to life.
His kinetic silence was worse than cursing, frankly.
Blay got up and
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