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waited.
“I want Amherst’s head on a plate. He’s talking to my suppliers, fucking with my money flow. Can you do something about that?”
“You’re really asking me to lean heavy on another drug dealer for you? Come on, man. You know I don’t do that shit. Hell, this is not my style. Coming to you is like…making a deal with a devil.”
“Better the devil you know,” Twist said in a huff.
“This really isn’t a good time.”
“When is it a good time? At least you won’t have me on your back. You can do what you do…for the moment,” Nicola said with war ning. “This offer is only good for as long as I’m in this house. When I leave, I come back with an army.”
Twist wiggled his fingers like he had just figured Nicola out. “What if I do help you find this guy and then you just bust me next week?”
“I’ll give you a month head start to change shit around after I bust this guy before I even look your way.”
“Two months,” Twist negotiated.
“A month and a half, and that’s a lot for me. You know it.” And Nicola wasn’t lying. It was more than he had ever offered in his life.
Twist scratched his chin. Nicola Agosto was a good ally to have - the best. He never bent for anyone, which meant that he wanted the kid killer bad. “Alright. I’ll help you find this fucker. I’ll get my guys together, find out who has been selling to your mystery boy and then get back to you. But you fucking owe me. And I won’t let you forget it.”
“You have my word. Now, I need it quick,” Nicola urged.
“I know. I see the news every damn day,” Twist said. “When are you going to get me the profile so that I can tell them what we’re looking for?”
Pulling out a red metallic jump drive, Nicola slid it over to Twist. “I don’t have time to waste. Kids are dying. Everything you need is on there.”
Twist took the jump drive and slid it down into his pocket. “Give me until tomorrow afternoon at most . I’ll have something for you.”
“Thank you,” Nicola said, pushing the words out. For that kind of favor, he could be polite.
6
The Agosto house was alive by nightfall when Nicola pulled up after a long day from home. He and Johnson had followed up on a few more leads regarding the case, took some statements, took more photos and studied everything that they had in the war room to try to come up with more clues. The day had been exhausting, and essentially they knew that they were depending on a drug dealer to point them to the killer, which meant it had also been emasculating for Nicola.
All the lights throughout the entire three-story bricked, colonial were on, including the porch lights and floodlights that illuminated the large mansion from the street. For some reason, Nicola immediately thought of his utility bill and how his children were hitting him in the pocket every time they flipped a light on - especially since they never turned a light off.
The family dog, Meko, barked in the bac kyard as an ambulance passed a few streets over, and wind rustled through the shuddered windows as it brought with it dark clouds that covered the full moon.
It was a peaceful night. No kids were found dead today and no horrible media stories had broken about the investigation. God was giving him a break.
He walked inside gratefully, inhaling all the wonderful scents that made his house smell like a home - cinnamon, spice, baked goodies and happiness. Every day, he waited to walk through his door and smell that exact fragrance. Every day, he could not wait to see his family. Every single day, they did not disappoint. They were always there for him, always ready to receive him with open arms. He needed it tonight.
Kicking his boots off at the front door, he threw his jacket up on the hook behind the door and walked quietly down the corridor, listening to the multiple high soprano giggles come from the TV room.
The kids were lined up on the sofa watching television and eating popcorn
“I want Amherst’s head on a plate. He’s talking to my suppliers, fucking with my money flow. Can you do something about that?”
“You’re really asking me to lean heavy on another drug dealer for you? Come on, man. You know I don’t do that shit. Hell, this is not my style. Coming to you is like…making a deal with a devil.”
“Better the devil you know,” Twist said in a huff.
“This really isn’t a good time.”
“When is it a good time? At least you won’t have me on your back. You can do what you do…for the moment,” Nicola said with war ning. “This offer is only good for as long as I’m in this house. When I leave, I come back with an army.”
Twist wiggled his fingers like he had just figured Nicola out. “What if I do help you find this guy and then you just bust me next week?”
“I’ll give you a month head start to change shit around after I bust this guy before I even look your way.”
“Two months,” Twist negotiated.
“A month and a half, and that’s a lot for me. You know it.” And Nicola wasn’t lying. It was more than he had ever offered in his life.
Twist scratched his chin. Nicola Agosto was a good ally to have - the best. He never bent for anyone, which meant that he wanted the kid killer bad. “Alright. I’ll help you find this fucker. I’ll get my guys together, find out who has been selling to your mystery boy and then get back to you. But you fucking owe me. And I won’t let you forget it.”
“You have my word. Now, I need it quick,” Nicola urged.
“I know. I see the news every damn day,” Twist said. “When are you going to get me the profile so that I can tell them what we’re looking for?”
Pulling out a red metallic jump drive, Nicola slid it over to Twist. “I don’t have time to waste. Kids are dying. Everything you need is on there.”
Twist took the jump drive and slid it down into his pocket. “Give me until tomorrow afternoon at most . I’ll have something for you.”
“Thank you,” Nicola said, pushing the words out. For that kind of favor, he could be polite.
6
The Agosto house was alive by nightfall when Nicola pulled up after a long day from home. He and Johnson had followed up on a few more leads regarding the case, took some statements, took more photos and studied everything that they had in the war room to try to come up with more clues. The day had been exhausting, and essentially they knew that they were depending on a drug dealer to point them to the killer, which meant it had also been emasculating for Nicola.
All the lights throughout the entire three-story bricked, colonial were on, including the porch lights and floodlights that illuminated the large mansion from the street. For some reason, Nicola immediately thought of his utility bill and how his children were hitting him in the pocket every time they flipped a light on - especially since they never turned a light off.
The family dog, Meko, barked in the bac kyard as an ambulance passed a few streets over, and wind rustled through the shuddered windows as it brought with it dark clouds that covered the full moon.
It was a peaceful night. No kids were found dead today and no horrible media stories had broken about the investigation. God was giving him a break.
He walked inside gratefully, inhaling all the wonderful scents that made his house smell like a home - cinnamon, spice, baked goodies and happiness. Every day, he waited to walk through his door and smell that exact fragrance. Every day, he could not wait to see his family. Every single day, they did not disappoint. They were always there for him, always ready to receive him with open arms. He needed it tonight.
Kicking his boots off at the front door, he threw his jacket up on the hook behind the door and walked quietly down the corridor, listening to the multiple high soprano giggles come from the TV room.
The kids were lined up on the sofa watching television and eating popcorn
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