Magnum stared at him some more.
Nox waited.
Finally, the man blinked.
Nox finally breathed.
“Did she know you were fuckin’ with the Demons?”
“What would it matter if she did?”
His thick brow furrowed. “The word on the street is, the goddamn Sicilians took all those fuckers out. Wasn’t no task force.”
“Not all of them. But you’re right, La Cosa Nostra got to them before we did. Even so, I have a feeling this was a former Demon.”
“He got a bone to pick with you?”
“Funny you mention bone…” Though, no one was laughing.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“T-Bone was one of their prospects. He got kicked out because he was skimming meth from their stash and using it to keep women on the hook.”
“Explain,” came the demand.
“He was getting them strung out and then pimping them out for cash.”
“He the only one involved in this goddamn bullshit?”
“No, I recently witnessed a patched member involved.”
“Name?”
“Saint,” Nox answered.
“For fuck’s sake. We got no more time to waste. We need to find Aaliyah and we need to find her now.”
Magnum wasn’t the only one with a clock ticking loudly in his head.
“When was the last time you heard from her?”
Nox quickly checked his texts for the time stamp. “Five-forty.”
“What fuckin’ time is it now?”
“A little after seven.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Magnum once again grumbled. “Gotta get on this. Too much time’s passed.”
“Magnum, maybe we should let law enforcement handle it since a federal task force was involved.”
Nox got what she was hinting at. Apparently, so did Magnum.
“Caitee, if you haven’t fuckin’ noticed, he’s a goddamn pig. If he wanted them to handle it, he wouldn’t be standin’ in our fuckin’ house.”
Not one hundred percent true. “I came over here to see if she was here before I took any other steps.”
“And you fuckin’ stayed ‘cause you want me to handle it.”