Page 86 of Unruly

“What can I do for you?” Haven asked.

“Some direction or a contact without you letting your husband know I asked for it would be a great way to start.”

Haven raised a single manicured brow high. “Go on.”

“Maria. Her mom—”

“Is working today,” Haven interjected.

Catherine nodded. “What about her dad?”

Haven passed Maria a quick glance. “As far as I know, he’s dead.”

“Oh, I thought he was still alive and had a hand in the cartel down in Mexico.”

“Used to, but you know, shit happens.”

Haven offered nothing else.

Catherine didn’t ask.

Well, damn.

There went Catherine’s chance at an inside contact with the Mexican cartel. She had hoped to use whatever lingering connection Haven’s friend might have to Maria’s family. It could help Catherine with her little supplier issue. Catherine didn’t know a lot about Maria’s mother, or what happened all those years ago because the information wasn’t offered out.

It wasn’t polite to ask, either.

“Okay, well, I’m sorry I bothered you,” Catherine said.

“Wait,” Haven said, putting a hand on Catherine’s knee before she could stand. “Is this about the cocaine thing?”

Catherine folded her arms over her chest. “What do you know about that?”

“I know Andino has been weighing the risk or reward of contacting the Gomez family for the last month, but given our previous history with some of them …”

“Maria’s grandfather and father, you mean?”

“Even though they’re dead, there’s still quite a few that would happily take a pound from Andino for the shit he pulled. Maria’s mom saved our asses back then. An eye for an eye is real with that kind, let me say.” Haven shrugged. “It might not be good for him to invite a possible problem in, that’s all.”

“I get that.”

“But you …”

Catherine gave Haven a smile. “What about me?”

“You’re not Andino. You don’t have history with them. You even have a different last name than my husband, now. You guys really need a supplier, huh?”

“He talks to you a lot about business, doesn’t he?”

Haven laughed lightly. “Who the fuck else is he going to talk to?”

“Point taken.” Catherine rested back on the bench. “Do you know someone I could use to get a face to face with … well, anyone worth talking to down there?”

“I know someone,” Haven replied. “She’ll answer.”

“She?”

“She.”