Page 72 of Agony

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Page 72 of Agony

Fisher isn’t ever going to forgive you anyway.

Fuck it. He could multitask. Look for Fisher and interview an informant. He gripped the phone tighter. “What do you need?”

“I spoke with Real and he’ll send Steel over today to assist you.”

“Why?”

“Two pairs of eyes are better than one. You two need to find that informant and get us some answers.”

“Got it. Wait for Steel, find the informant, get answers,” Justice responded robotically.

“Keep me in the loop,” Savage ordered before ending the call.

Walking out of the kitchen, he tugged out his phone and scrolled through the names. Finding Steel’s number, he shot the man a text.

Justice: “Think you can handle coming over to the dark side again?”

Steel: I can handle anything you’ve got.

Justice: That will be the day.

Steel:

Justice laughed and they made arrangements to meet up later. He shoved his phone away.

Waiting for Steel gave him time to kill so he planned on doing a drive-by at a few of Fisher’s old hangouts. He’d made it his mission to know where most of those places were.

At some point, he might get lucky.

Justice pulled into the parking lot of the third place of business during his search for Fisher. After this one, he was calling it quits for now.

He shoved open the single glass door of the cannabis store and the bell dinged overhead. He’d been here several times and the guy recognized him and gave him an up-nod before pointing to the back.

Justice got his hopes up. His palms grew damp. Here was his chance to make it right with Fisher. He suddenly struggled to recall the words he wanted to say.

Slipping between the back curtains, he made his way down the dimly lit hallway and through another curtain. The smoky back room was dark, with only a few dim tabletop lamps. Along with card games and board games, a few people had their phones out watching sports.

“Hey, Justice.” Memphis waved and pointed to an empty chair at one of the card tables.

Justice raked his gaze around the room. Bummer. Fisher wasn’t there. Hiding his crushing disappointment, he made his way over to Memphis and took a seat. He was immediately dealt a hand in the game and he placed some money on the table.

“What are you doing here?” He slid a glance at Memphis before looking down at his cards.

“Slumming,” Memphis snorted and took a drink of dark amber liquid in a half-full glass.

Justice smirked at the Genesis assassin.

Slumming was another word for a hit. Glancing around the place, it wasn’t surprising that someone in here needed to be dead. This place was a cesspool for the sick and ugly.

“Need some help?” Justice glanced up from his cards.

“Nah. I got it,” Memphis said, leaning back casually in his chair.

Two men were arguing in low voices before one of them got up and headed toward the back room. In the rear of the building, there was an exit, plus a few rooms for watching porn. The other man got up and followed the first one.

“I’m out.” Memphis slapped his cards on the table face down and stood.

The man was tall, ripped, and oozed a combination of authority and danger. Most men steered clear of Memphis. Good thing the guy was a friend of Steel’s so Justice had an in. That, and they all three had similar military backgrounds.


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