Page 91 of Bad Habit
“So again, it’s my fault?” Shane shouted.
“No one said that.”
“I did,” Nick grunted.
“What does Sully suggest?” I asked Dill. Sean Sullivan had been our family’s lawyer since I was a kid—a guy from Da’s past.
I wondered it was time to find someone else, someone younger, but until we unloaded this haul we didn’t exactly have a ton of cash to hand out on retainers, especially after all the cash I’d dropped in Vegas.
Dillon pulled the handle on his recliner and stretched out. “We need to go after the ADA who’s prosecuting his case. Marisol Flores.”
Nerves stirred my stomach. “What do you mean, ‘go after’?”
“Gotta be some dirt on her,” Dillon said. “She’s got two cell phones. That’s suspicious for starters. I installed a spy tracker on her work phone this morning. Her personal one should be easier.”
“Great.” It was something. “If nothing else, we’ll know what the enemy’s thinking.”
“I’ll get into her e-mails, social media, everything.”
“What’s her reputation?” Nick asked.
“Squeaky clean,” Dillon answered.
“Then why waste all this time looking for dirt?” Nick asked. “Risk getting caught?”
“It’s not a waste.” Dillon flipped his long bangs off his forehead. “Fact that shelookssqueaky clean just proves she’s not.”
“How you figure that?” Nick asked.
Dillon shrugged.
“Everyone’s got something to hide,” I interjected. “Dillon’s right. If she presents herself as squeaky clean, nothing even vaguely sketchy on her work phone and computer, then there’s a higher probability she’s hiding something. That second phone… Keep on it.”
“You the boss now?” Dillon frowned at me.
“I am second oldest.”
“By ten fucking minutes.”
“You want to take charge?”
Dillon laughed, then picked up his coffee cup and drained the dregs.
“What about selling the haul?” Shane circled the sitting area, still frenetically pacing.
“Isn’t it a little early for coke?” Nick asked him.
“I’m not high.” Shane stopped in front of Nick and lifted his chin. “Maybe you’re the one on drugs!”
Nick laughed. “That’s a joke, right? Look at him.” Nick appealed to Dillon and me. “He’s high as a kite.”
“Let’s stay focused,” I said. “First priority is getting Keagan released, but we do need to unload the stash.”
I turned back to Dillon. “Sully have any idea why they’re holding Keag without bail? Why this Flores woman is so worked up about a container of TVs and sound systems?” It still didn’t add up, which was why I wanted to be cautious about unloading what we’d stolen.
Dillon shook his head. “Doesn’t make sense. Sully says not to worry, that she’s just a young ADA trying to prove herself, but that’s bullshit. She’s already got a great reputation. Doesn’t need Keagan for that.”
“Maybe she thinks Keagan’s connected?” Nick added. “We do live in Shady Oaks. Wouldn’t be a stretch to think we’re part of the syndicate.”
