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“Smart,” Linc said.
“Very smart,” Slade said.
He gave the binoculars back to Linc and walked to the van to see how Nelle was holding up. Still had to bother her no matterwhat, watching her father get taken by the Russian mafia. He opened the back door and found the van empty.
“Where is she?” Slade called out.
Darrow turned around, holding a laptop in his hands. “What’s up?”
“Where the hell is Nelle?” Slade asked.
“Never got into the van, brother,” Custer’s old voice growled.
“What do you mean she never got into the van?” Slade asked.
His heart dropped.
“You told us to give it a few minutes,” Darrow said. “She never came out. Everyone started to leave. Figured she didn’t want to see it.”
Slade reached for his gun, dead set on putting a bullet between the eyes of Darrow and Custer.
“Slade!” Cyrus’s voice roared.
Slade looked back and Cyrus’s eyes were wide, he held his phone in his hand.
Something bad had happened to Nelle…
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Cheese, Man
Slade almost dropped his motorcycle as he rode onto the lot. He threw his helmet into the air and just started to run. When he saw Nelle sitting next to Fitz… Fitz with a knife at Nelle’s neck…
“What the fuck are you doing?” Slade called out.
“Listen, brother, we all just need to talk for a second. That’s all. We all just need…”
Slade became dizzy. The rage. The anger. Two wires in his head touching, zapping him, things… clicking…
“Holy shit,” Linc said. “Fitz, what the fuck, man? This is all settled with Nelle. What are you doing?”
“He’s the rat,” Slade said.
“Fitz,” Cyrus said as he approached the table Fitz and Nelle sat at. “Fitz… brother…”
Nelle sat there like stone. Her eyes filled with tears.
Oh, fuck,Slade thought.She didn’t get to see it. She didn’t get to see her father taken away…
“Rat,” Slade said.
“Whoa, wait a second,” Cyrus said.
“No, I know it. I’m a fucking idiot. I knew it…”
“How?” Linc asked.
“The kid. That little kid. The baby. With Marcus’s lady. Remember that? It was him. Fitz and Marcus. They were the ones who took Nova. Fuck. Fitz shot Marcus. So Marcus wouldn’t talk. And when Marcus’s lady showed up with the baby… the kid kept sayingfish. But it wasn’t that. He was saying Fitz. He was fucking saying Fitz’s name!”
