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standing behind him.
Faith felt Bart’s hand continue to be on her lower back as he guided her to the only occupied table in the dirty room. The seated man’s coal black eyes stared at them as they approached, his expression unsmiling. Tattoos covered his arm from his shoulder to his fingers. The wife-beater shirt he wore exposed tattoos that crossed his neck and appeared to disappear down his back as well. She refused to look away as his gaze trailed from her head down to her toes and back again, gradually appraising. When they landed and stayed on her breasts, she could feel Bart’s fingers flex. Trying to still her racing heart, she stopped when Bart did, allowing him to take the lead.
Bart was willing to play Miguel’s game up to a certain point. Little man wants to be the lord of his manor and stay silent, works for me. Stopping a few feet away, he held the gang leader’s stare refusing to back down.
With a barely perceptible nod of his head, Miguel indicated for them to sit. He cast his eyes back to Faith, saying, “Who’s the perra ?”
Bart felt Faith’s leg quiver next to his and he grinned slowly. “Don’t know that you want to insult a Fed by calling her a bitch to her face,” he said casually, knowing the lie would make Miguel back down. Or at least, I hope it does. Now if Faith will just cooperate.
“You brought the law in here?” Miguel growled, leaning forward.
“Don’t worry,” Bart said. “She’s a psychologist that works for the FBI. She’s here just to observe and ask some questions of her own.”
Hoping Miguel took the bait, he leaned back casually in his seat. He wanted to look at Faith to make sure she was holding up all right, but did not dare take his eyes off the men in front of him.
Miguel’s eyes cut back and forth between Bart and Faith, not saying anything for a moment. Slowly he nodded and leaned back as well. “Sure. I ain’t got no info about Krustas’ kid so I don’t care who you brought.”
Bart could sense the slow release of air from Faith and knew her tension was at an all-time high. “So what can you tell us?”
“I only heard about it yesterday. Krustas and me, we don’t run in the same circles, if you know what I mean.”
Bart kept his expression neutral but thought, No shit, Sherlock. You and Krustas are both involved in criminal acts, but that was where the similarities ended!
“So how did you hear?” Bart prodded.
“Got me a bro at the beach. It hit the news that next morning and he called.”
“Why would he call you? What interest would you have in an old man’s grandson?”
Gold teeth flashed from Miguel’s smile. “That old man owns prime real estate. Lot’s of people be interested in that.”
“What would your interest be?”
“Waterfront, man. Waterfront. It’s the name of the game now. You wanna get anywhere in today’s market, you gotta use the water. The old man gets out, then his cut is up for grabs and the strongest man’ll win. And I plan on being the strongest man around.”
“You use the James River from here. Any reason you need to expand?”
“Always looking to expand.”
Bart knew Miguel was not going to answer any more direct questions about his business, so he took a different angle.
“Why did you think the kidnapping of Krustas’ grandson would make his real estate, as you call it, interesting?”
Miguel leaned forward, laying his arms on the table, piercing Bart with his gaze. “You see this place? When you drove in?” Not waiting for Bart’s answer, he continued. “Grew up on the streets of Richland. Got beat into a gang when I was only eleven. But I was smart. I worked and I planned. I made Pres of this club, I wanted to take it as far as I could go and that wasn’t gonna be sticking here being the king-of-the dump. So I made friends.”
Leaning back, still smiling, he said, “Don’t trust you. You may be wired, but I gotta feeling you’re not. Still…” he paused, spreading his hands
Faith felt Bart’s hand continue to be on her lower back as he guided her to the only occupied table in the dirty room. The seated man’s coal black eyes stared at them as they approached, his expression unsmiling. Tattoos covered his arm from his shoulder to his fingers. The wife-beater shirt he wore exposed tattoos that crossed his neck and appeared to disappear down his back as well. She refused to look away as his gaze trailed from her head down to her toes and back again, gradually appraising. When they landed and stayed on her breasts, she could feel Bart’s fingers flex. Trying to still her racing heart, she stopped when Bart did, allowing him to take the lead.
Bart was willing to play Miguel’s game up to a certain point. Little man wants to be the lord of his manor and stay silent, works for me. Stopping a few feet away, he held the gang leader’s stare refusing to back down.
With a barely perceptible nod of his head, Miguel indicated for them to sit. He cast his eyes back to Faith, saying, “Who’s the perra ?”
Bart felt Faith’s leg quiver next to his and he grinned slowly. “Don’t know that you want to insult a Fed by calling her a bitch to her face,” he said casually, knowing the lie would make Miguel back down. Or at least, I hope it does. Now if Faith will just cooperate.
“You brought the law in here?” Miguel growled, leaning forward.
“Don’t worry,” Bart said. “She’s a psychologist that works for the FBI. She’s here just to observe and ask some questions of her own.”
Hoping Miguel took the bait, he leaned back casually in his seat. He wanted to look at Faith to make sure she was holding up all right, but did not dare take his eyes off the men in front of him.
Miguel’s eyes cut back and forth between Bart and Faith, not saying anything for a moment. Slowly he nodded and leaned back as well. “Sure. I ain’t got no info about Krustas’ kid so I don’t care who you brought.”
Bart could sense the slow release of air from Faith and knew her tension was at an all-time high. “So what can you tell us?”
“I only heard about it yesterday. Krustas and me, we don’t run in the same circles, if you know what I mean.”
Bart kept his expression neutral but thought, No shit, Sherlock. You and Krustas are both involved in criminal acts, but that was where the similarities ended!
“So how did you hear?” Bart prodded.
“Got me a bro at the beach. It hit the news that next morning and he called.”
“Why would he call you? What interest would you have in an old man’s grandson?”
Gold teeth flashed from Miguel’s smile. “That old man owns prime real estate. Lot’s of people be interested in that.”
“What would your interest be?”
“Waterfront, man. Waterfront. It’s the name of the game now. You wanna get anywhere in today’s market, you gotta use the water. The old man gets out, then his cut is up for grabs and the strongest man’ll win. And I plan on being the strongest man around.”
“You use the James River from here. Any reason you need to expand?”
“Always looking to expand.”
Bart knew Miguel was not going to answer any more direct questions about his business, so he took a different angle.
“Why did you think the kidnapping of Krustas’ grandson would make his real estate, as you call it, interesting?”
Miguel leaned forward, laying his arms on the table, piercing Bart with his gaze. “You see this place? When you drove in?” Not waiting for Bart’s answer, he continued. “Grew up on the streets of Richland. Got beat into a gang when I was only eleven. But I was smart. I worked and I planned. I made Pres of this club, I wanted to take it as far as I could go and that wasn’t gonna be sticking here being the king-of-the dump. So I made friends.”
Leaning back, still smiling, he said, “Don’t trust you. You may be wired, but I gotta feeling you’re not. Still…” he paused, spreading his hands
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