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Silvia and Vanessa are the most relaxed that I have seen either of them since the day I met them. It’s probably due to the fact that Tyler is being released from the hospital and no one has died since the Alpha 9 arrived on the scene. After we get them situated in the limo, Trey and I hop in with Anthony to follow them over to Trump Tower.
“Tyler looks pretty good,” I tell Trey as we pull out of the parking lot and turn north on First Avenue. “He doesn’t seem to have any withdrawal symptoms.”
“Yeah, I was just disappointed to see him focused on that knee again,” Trey replies with a look of disgust. “He needs to go in for surgery as soon as possible. He obviously has been dealing with a lot of pain.”
“If they aren’t going to give him any pain pills, hopefully he can have it done soon.” I can only imagine what it’s like to be in excruciating pain all day long.
“There is a black sedan tailing us again,” Anthony says, his eyes darting between all three of the mirrors. “They are keeping their distance, but they are definitely following us.”
“Are they trying to intimidate us or do you think we are actually in danger?” I ask, not really sure if I really want to know the truth.
“I think you two are in danger as long as Tommy knows you are still snooping around and looking for answers,” Anthony replies, giving us a harsh glare through the mirror.
“So you think we should just keep letting him get away with everything?” Trey asks, sitting forward in his seat and returning a glare of his own.
“Not at all, but stop poking the bear for a minute,” he replies, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “You’ll get a lot better results if you are a little more covert instead of attacking him head-on,” he explains in a completely rational tone.
“I suppose you are right,” Trey relents. “His arrogance just pisses me off, so it makes me want to go toe to toe with him. I’d love to introduce his smug face to my fist.” Trey sits back, looking out the side window.
There is a long history between Trey and Tommy that goes back to when Tommy stole Vanessa from him in high school. I’m sure that part of him would love to have a reason to beat the shit out of Tommy, but it’s probably not going to go down that way.
I reach over and place my hand on his thigh and give him a warm smile. “You hurt a guy like Tommy by bruising his ego, not his face. We will find a mistake somewhere that will take a toll on his reputation as well as his bank account.”
“That’s why he threw all the money into a Trust in Belize though,” Trey replies still focused on civil action. “I’ve read about how hard they are to penetrate.”
“But there are two organizations who have had some success,” I remind him. “The SEC and the IRS. I’m still an attorney with the SEC, so we’ll pay a visit to the New York branch tomorrow morning with or without Harris’ help.”
“Okay,” Trey relents. “We’ll try it your way.”
“In the meantime, I’ll contact my guys in Chetumal and have them run down Carly Snow,” Anthony adds, still scanning his rearview mirrors. “If she is in charge, she obviously hasn’t curtailed the mission yet or this car wouldn’t be tailing us.”
He makes a call to Romeo letting him know that we are going to lag back and create some distance between the limousine and us. “There is no use endangering everyone,” he tells us after hanging up the phone. “Besides, I don’t think we are in much danger in this vehicle, except for maybe getting a paint scuff or a dent.”
“Hey, don’t mess up my new ride,” Trey replies with a laugh. “If you start swapping paint, you’ll have to go back to driving your brown one.”
Anthony cocks his head and shoots Trey a look without saying a word.
“I was joking,” he says with another chuckle. “You can go ahead and beat the hell out of it, as long as we take down Carly and Tommy. This thing is insured.”
As we pull up to the corner of fifty-sixth and fifth in front of Trump Tower, we are greeted by an extremely rare open parking spot. Anthony swings straight into it and looks back over his left shoulder as the black sedan is forced to continue past us. Unfortunately, the windows are too dark to see who is inside and there is a license plate cover that prevents us from getting the plate number from the back of the car.
“Romeo already dropped off the others, so you guys go on in,” he says, “I’m going to go park in the garage with him. That way he and Bolt can keep an eye on both vehicles.”
