Page 108 of Lucky Boys
Unfortunately, Larsen was awake when we came down. He looked rough, but he still managed to shoot us a bloody grin. “Are you back for more? Good I was getting bored.”
Luca didn’t hesitate, just went right in and punched the guy in the face. Brooks jumped at the crunch of broken bone. I just hoped it was Larsen’s face and not Luca’s hand.
“You’re working for Bradley Fieldburg. Does he have Matthew?”
Larsen laughed, but it sounded gurgly. “Working for him? No. It was more a mutual agreement.”
“An agreement about what?” Maverick asked.
Larsen tilted his head to the side. “He found out I was watching the kid. He had some information I needed, so he approached me with a deal.”
“What deal was that?”
Larsen shrugged.
I stepped up, ready to inflict more damage, but Mav stopped me. “Fine,” Luca continued. “So you were really hired to protect Matthew?”
Larsen scoffed. “I wouldn’t call it protection. That sleezeball Covington could give two shits about his kid. But Marshall Fieldburg was lurking around, even showed up at the kid’s boarding school. He was starting to have doubts about their cover-up plan. Guilt, I guess. Or maybe he was just hoping the kid would take over one day, I don’t know. Either way, Covington was afraid he’d topple their house of cards so he asked me to take Matty far away so he couldn’t cause any futureproblems. Money was good and the kid wasn’t too annoying, so I didn’t mind.”
I didn’t know why Larsen was suddenly so talkative since four hours of torture hadn’t gotten us anywhere, but I wasn’t going to complain.
“What changed then? What did Bradley give you that was worth giving up that cushy gig.”
For a second, I thought Larsen was going to refuse, but then he said, “He knew where my kid was and was willing to help me get him.”
I frowned. That all made sense. Somehow, Bradley had found out about Matthew and wanted him so he’d struck a deal.
Luca took a step closer to Larsen, his arms crossed. “If that’s all true, then why did you have both Matthew and Sawyer at the same time? It seems like you traded one kid for the other, yet Bradley didn’t take his kid right away. Why?”
“Honestly, I don’t fucking know. He asked me to keep him for a little longer. Said he had to handle a few things. Like I said, I didn’t mind the kid. I only made the deal so I could get my son. He was a big help with Sawyer anyway, so it wasn’t really a hardship to keep both of them. Especially because Covington didn’t know shit and was still paying me.”
“Then it all changed when Matthew tried to contact your ex, Sawyer’s mom?”
Larsen’s face twisted with rage. “That little shit tried to ruin everything. I had to lock him up and contacted Bradley, demanding he get his brat before I took care of the problem on my own.”
“So he took him?”
Larsen shook his head. “No, someone else did. I don’t think Bradley ever wanted him. He was just pissed he was kept from him. He sold the kid to this guy. I got a holding fee, and about a week later, Bradley deposited another bonus in my account.That was the last I heard from him. Before you ask, I don’t know the fucker who bought him and I didn’t ask his real name. He went by Vlad and had a Russian accent, but I don’t think they were going to Russia.”
“Why would you say that?” Luca asked. “Also, why are you being so talkative all of a sudden? It has me doubting your information.”
Larsen sighed. “Honestly, I’m fucking tired. I’m not in the fucking CIA anymore. I’m sure my son is long gone. I don’t have any loyalty to these people. When I woke up last time, I realized suffering through this is pointless. I’ll give you what you want and you can just kill me.”
“How do you know we plan on killing you?” I asked.
He gave me a baleful look that said,Are you serious?Fair enough.
“So, if they weren’t going to Russia, where were they going?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere warm. I heard the guy he was with talking about it being 95 degrees. Also, I got a glimpse of the paperwork they had for Matthew. It was American.”
“They were taking him back?”
He shrugged. “That’s my guess. Or a territory at least. But I truly don’t know.”
I believed him. “One last thing. Who killed Marshall Fieldburg?” Luca asked.
“Don’t know. I’d guess Bradley, but really, it’s just a feeling. I had nothing to do with that fucking nightmare situation.”
