Page 60 of Forgotten Comeback
“Dunno.”
“Have you seen this man?” I scroll through my photos, pulling up a picture of Russell. If the family swiped the footage from the gym, guarantee they swiped my trainer.
“Maybe. He might have been on the videos, but I can’t swear to it.”
Like I would trust an oath from this rat. “What was on the security footage?”
“Somebody was running an underground casino, but what got everyone’s panties in a twist was Kat Stefanos dealing at one of those parties.”
“Who’s Kat Stefanos?” I play dumb about Taylor’s friend.
“Cousin of Darius Angelos.” This time, I can no longer hide my surprise. Kat is related to the Parisi family’s hit man.
“You’ve heard of him, I take it. The rumors are true; that man’s a fucking psychopath.”
I have to stop myself from laughing. He thinks that label intimidates me?
“Anyway, after all this went down, Fabio hires Kat as pit boss for the family’s underground casino operations. Makes zero sense.”
Remembering the way Kat pressed me about Inferno, it makes perfect sense.
“What about Taylor McKenna?” My pulse gallops at the thought of her playing me.
“Never heard the name. Who is she?”
I pull up a picture of Taylor from her social media page. “Her.”
Sal whistles, making an hourglass shape in the air with his hands. “Don’t know her, but I’d be happy to get to know her.”
To avoid the temptation of breaking his nose, I shove my hands in my pockets. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, Mia’s on my ass about you. Wants to know why you ghosted her.” He points at me.
I pull out another hundred from my pocket. Sal goes to reach for it, but I jerk the bill away. “Hope Mia’s not going to fuck up our business arrangement.”
“I’ll take care of my cousin, don’t worry,” he assures me, and I hand him the cash.
“Good. Then I’ll see you next week.”
He nods, walking off.
Patting my pocket for my cigarette and lighter, I curse softly, remembering I quit. I return to my car and call John, but he doesn’t answer.
Irritation seeps into my bloodstream as I call Inferno. “I have new information from Sal, but John’s not answering his phone.”
“That’s a theme here lately.”
“Any idea what’s going on with him?” I ask.
“Meet me at my office.” The line goes dead.
“Yeah, sure. Sounds great. Because God forbid I have a life outside of this revenge plot,” I grumble.
I drive to the club and use my key, entering the building. Making my way through the maze of hallways, I reach my brother’s office and knock.
Inferno answers the door and ushers me inside before taking a seat behind his desk.
I sit and relay the information from Sal. “Kat is who we should be focusing on,” I conclude.
