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Lyssa ... I had to speak to her. I had to.
This stuff with Marshall was important, but I couldn’t push her aside. I wanted to know what happened. I wanted to know what happened to her.
“It’s because of last night.” I told them. “I messed up that guys hand badly.”
I broke it and didn’t just break his hand in the standard way. I broke a few bones. It was going to take a while to heal.
“Yup, that would be it.”
“They knew who I was.”
“Yup and now they’ve seen Dante too, they’ll know Chicago’s in town. They’ll want to know why.”
“That’s fine by me.” Dante smiled. “It’s been too quiet. I’m not used to it.”
“Same here.” I added.
“We need to be covert for a little while longer. Those guys, the Santoras are just the vehicle. We need to find out who’s driving. My guess it’s not them.” Gibbs surmised and drew in a smoke.
“No? Jade made it sound like they were all in it together.”
“Remember back in Chicago when we solved Christina’s murder?” Gibbs asked.
We both nodded. Dante tilted his head to the side.
“You think there’s something similar here?”
“Yes, I absolutely fucking do. Think about it. I’m a big mafia boss who wants to make an example of people and show everyone who’s boss. Do I hide myself or show the world how truly insatiably wicked I can be?”
I was thinking alright.
“Yes, I did get that.” Dante agreed. “Our kind would torture you and make sure everyone knew about it. Fuck, they would cut off your face and wear it for a hat like a sav.”
Yes, they would.
“So, it could be someone official?” I asked.
“I don’t think so. Not here, not like that.” Gibbs narrowed his eyes. “It’s someone who didn’t want to be found out, however. Definitely that. You wouldn’t go through the trouble they did to make it look like Marshall was in a gang war otherwise. It was like it was better than throwing him in the sea, then of course they would have had to pay a pretty penny to conceal the original coroner’s report and the note.”
Fucking hell.
“Yes.” I agreed that was plausible.
“Gio, I know you had dealings with those guys last night and because you have an actual name it’s tempting to go after Frankie. Still if we mess this up, the whole game is gone. The whole fucking game. Ease off and focus on us finding X.” Gibbs kept his eyes trained on me, not breaking contact.
I nodded in agreement.
He was right it was tempting, but it was better to do things properly and achieve the goal than fuck it up and never get answers.
“Okay. I’ll ease off. So with X, I think we should start with the police station. We could get our contacts to make contact there.” We had the secret squad who did things like that.
Gibbs shook his head. “No. I think we try the support group first. The police aren’t going to know who X is, but they might. Also, I think the fact that X is a cop means we need to be wary.”
Like I had from the start, I trusted Gibbs.
“I’ll get the details of his support group.” I didn’t have them, but I knew who would. It would have been the person who organized all that stuff for Marshall in an attempt to do all he could to help him.
Paul.
