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“Don’t know until you try,” I said. It might be a damn good way to get him out of the picture.
“Or die,” said Cook. “Or get arrested. Or get captured and tortured.”
“Been doing it for years,” said Rafe, appearing a bit distant, like he was reliving something that wasn’t happening in this room.
“Enough.” Wilde sat down in the chair Teller had vacated. “None of this will matter if we don’t have a plan, and we don’t have time to waste on a shitty choice.”
“Riiight,” Graff said, sketching. One earbud in place. Always the most levelheaded peacemaker of the bunch. “So we get a message to Caz and tell him we’ll help with the Barranquilla? Or we let Rafe storm the Medellin compound—sounds like a suicidemission to me. Or we figure out how to turn the coke pronto. None of that sounds like a quick deal.”
Cook kicked his boots up on the corner of the table at the far end. “If we want to play with the rich kids on the diamond front, we need an in. Anyone here know a jewelry store contact?
I sat straighter. “I’ll do it.”
Maybe Adelina would actually be helpful for a change.
Rafe shook his head. “If we’re not taking them out from the top down, we seriously should just buy them off.”
“That’s a pussy way out,” I snapped at him.
“If you’re dipping into Mafia territory, Don Parisi would be an invaluable ally,” suggested Rafe.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course you want us to play bitch to your brother all over again.” He clearly wanted it either in the buyoff or the diamonds.
“Icaninfiltrate the compound,” insisted Rafe.
“Then why don’t you?” I asked.
His eyes shifted between me and Wilde, and the daggers his glare shot said he was about to throw me back into the boxing ring in the basement. I was ready this time, and I knew exactly where to hit him where it would hurt the most: Adelina.
“We’ll go after the diamond buyer,” decided Wilde, using his best Prez voice. “And we will leverage all of our resources, Sas.”
Before I could open my big mouth, a knock rattled the door, and we all turned our gaze over. I worried that it was Adelina, because she seemed to be always lurking around like a virus.
“Just me,” called Teller, and slipped inside with the doctor, Ace, on his heels.
Wilde had made a decision, but he still asked Ace, “What’cha got?”
“More like what I hear you’ve got,” said Ace. He lifted his chin to me. “How’s the leg?”
“Good as new,” I replied.
Still really short, the doctor seemed like he’d bulked up since the last time I saw him, and was that a tattoo on his neck?
Ace spread his hands, then clasped them back together. “So the coke. We can cut it with creatine or powdered sugar. You could also use it to lace marijuana. I recently read that it’s one of the hottest new designer drugs. Since weed is legal, it makes it easy to obtain.”
Wilde pursed his lips, stroking his chin in thought. If I was tracking with him, he was considering the farm we had down in the Ridge.
All this reading and posturing was giving me a headache. What about the old fashion way of busting someone’s head in with a bat?
“Marijuana is legal, so we can get our hands on lots of that, right?” said Graff.
Cook piped in, “We’ve got growers all over the Ridge, so no need to spend money here.”
“How is that lacing thing done, Ace?” asked Wilde.
Ace said, “From what I can tell, there’s a few steps to processing. Involves soaking the weed and then drying it, I think. Then it would be part synthetic and pack a bigger punch.”
Beans asked, “Anyone know what the going rate is?”
