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to the wife and kids for me,” Troy hollered after Jay, who flipped him the bird over his shoulder.
He closed the door and went to sit down on the edge of the messy bed, ripping the letter open.
A personal message from River? I must be doing something right, Troy pondered, anxious to find out what this was all about.
You have proven yourself. It’s time to take the next step. Dempsy’s sector is yours, Lieutenant Sellen.
Troy read the three sentences over and over, expecting the words to reveal something new each time, but they did not. To say he was surprised would be an understatement. Killing Dempsy had effectively been a job interview, and he’d passed.
Well, shit. Didn’t see that one coming.
How his new subordinates were going to feel about that, he could only speculate. It was going to be a tough job, no matter what, with the big boss killing off whoever he felt like and all. It seemed no one was safe. That was bound to make people anxious and anxious people tended to make bad decisions.
More importantly though, anxious people responded well to a commanding presence, and Troy had that in spades.
There was no time to waste. Troy gathered his coat and car keys and headed to the casino. He better get to work, unless he wanted to end up like his predecessor.
For a brief moment, he considered calling what had happened in with some people who would be more than curious to hear about it, but he decided against it.
They don’t have to get updates on every little thing, he decided.
He’d wait until he had something useful, like shipping routes or the names of their Mexican contacts. Seeing as he now had unfettered access to the Bridgeport crew’s operation, that shouldn’t take long.
Before long, Troy was in his trusty truck, zigzagging through traffic with the radio turned up. Getting caught at a red light a couple blocks down, his mind wandered from work to Hailey, as it often tended to do lately. He could still remember her laugh, as clearly as if she was sitting right next to him.
Shit, I haven’t gotten back to her.
His idea to ask her out again would have to be postponed, taking his sudden promotion into consideration. His mood fell considerably at the thought of that. Troy got out his phone and typed up a response.
I think I’m getting there. How’s your day going? I’m assuming you keep getting distracted by thinking about me.
An annoyed honk from behind told him the light had turned green. He hit send before accelerating, turning on to the familiar road that led to the Twin Rivers Casino.
The place looked closed, but he knew better. Troy banged on the door for a while before a surly looking man with his arm in a makeshift sling came and opened it. From under the bruising, Troy could recognize Drew. He looked at Troy with thinly veiled disdain and Troy in return gave him his best smile.
“What are you doing here? Come to take us all out?” the man asked.
Troy could smell the guy’s fear, hidden behind his disgust and anger.
“Shut up and let me in. Dempsy was a liability and I was just doing my job. I answer to River, not to you,” Troy said, a silent challenge in his annoyed gaze.
The man eyed him for a couple of seconds before getting out of his way. Troy headed straight to Dempsy’s office, pushing the door open confidently. There was a damp, rust-colored stain on the carpet, but everything else was already spick and span.
Guess I was right about the stain.
Culliver was sitting at the table, typing something on the computer. He shot up from his seat when he saw Troy enter, a snarl forming on his lips.
“Calm down,” Troy uttered with a dismissive wave. “I’m here on official business. Now call in everyone who isn’t already here. There’s something we need to discuss.”
* * *
T roy stood on the small stage on the casino’s main floor, set up for the occasional live performance, and looked down on what used to be Dempsy’s crew but was now his. A couple of the
He closed the door and went to sit down on the edge of the messy bed, ripping the letter open.
A personal message from River? I must be doing something right, Troy pondered, anxious to find out what this was all about.
You have proven yourself. It’s time to take the next step. Dempsy’s sector is yours, Lieutenant Sellen.
Troy read the three sentences over and over, expecting the words to reveal something new each time, but they did not. To say he was surprised would be an understatement. Killing Dempsy had effectively been a job interview, and he’d passed.
Well, shit. Didn’t see that one coming.
How his new subordinates were going to feel about that, he could only speculate. It was going to be a tough job, no matter what, with the big boss killing off whoever he felt like and all. It seemed no one was safe. That was bound to make people anxious and anxious people tended to make bad decisions.
More importantly though, anxious people responded well to a commanding presence, and Troy had that in spades.
There was no time to waste. Troy gathered his coat and car keys and headed to the casino. He better get to work, unless he wanted to end up like his predecessor.
For a brief moment, he considered calling what had happened in with some people who would be more than curious to hear about it, but he decided against it.
They don’t have to get updates on every little thing, he decided.
He’d wait until he had something useful, like shipping routes or the names of their Mexican contacts. Seeing as he now had unfettered access to the Bridgeport crew’s operation, that shouldn’t take long.
Before long, Troy was in his trusty truck, zigzagging through traffic with the radio turned up. Getting caught at a red light a couple blocks down, his mind wandered from work to Hailey, as it often tended to do lately. He could still remember her laugh, as clearly as if she was sitting right next to him.
Shit, I haven’t gotten back to her.
His idea to ask her out again would have to be postponed, taking his sudden promotion into consideration. His mood fell considerably at the thought of that. Troy got out his phone and typed up a response.
I think I’m getting there. How’s your day going? I’m assuming you keep getting distracted by thinking about me.
An annoyed honk from behind told him the light had turned green. He hit send before accelerating, turning on to the familiar road that led to the Twin Rivers Casino.
The place looked closed, but he knew better. Troy banged on the door for a while before a surly looking man with his arm in a makeshift sling came and opened it. From under the bruising, Troy could recognize Drew. He looked at Troy with thinly veiled disdain and Troy in return gave him his best smile.
“What are you doing here? Come to take us all out?” the man asked.
Troy could smell the guy’s fear, hidden behind his disgust and anger.
“Shut up and let me in. Dempsy was a liability and I was just doing my job. I answer to River, not to you,” Troy said, a silent challenge in his annoyed gaze.
The man eyed him for a couple of seconds before getting out of his way. Troy headed straight to Dempsy’s office, pushing the door open confidently. There was a damp, rust-colored stain on the carpet, but everything else was already spick and span.
Guess I was right about the stain.
Culliver was sitting at the table, typing something on the computer. He shot up from his seat when he saw Troy enter, a snarl forming on his lips.
“Calm down,” Troy uttered with a dismissive wave. “I’m here on official business. Now call in everyone who isn’t already here. There’s something we need to discuss.”
* * *
T roy stood on the small stage on the casino’s main floor, set up for the occasional live performance, and looked down on what used to be Dempsy’s crew but was now his. A couple of the
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