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“Yeah, I’m sure The fucker who attacked Mo lived here”

Virgil nodded “Is this his family home?”

“Don’t know Don’t care Cal said he wasn’t married and no children The house is owned by Owen Cardiff, who doesn’t have a job His criminal record is just a list of petty crimes Four known associates, Richard Johnson, Mark Rizzo, and Butch Foles The one who attacked Mo was Jack Mitchum”

“Any connection to anyone we know?”

I shookthe filter into ure out Not that it matters”

Virgil turned to face me, his arms crossed, brows knitted into a frown

“So we’re doing this?”

“Yeah, we are” I stared back at Virgil, trying to figure out what the fuck he was thinking but refused to say His blue eyes oddammit?”

Virgil sighed and shrugged “I don’t know I guess I’ure out if this is about Mo, Cal or Ma”

“Probably a little bit of all three Problem?”

Virgil smiled “Hell, no, I just wanted you to admit this was a little bit about Mo”

“Asshole,” I growled “Let’s go”

“I’ll go to the back door,” Virgil offered with a smile “I like to be a surprise”

I nodded and stepped off the curb, looking left and then right even though no cars had coo

“Two il jumped the six-foot fence with the ease of a panther

Then I made my way to the door

The , but I didn’t reach for ht, but I kept uessed that Cardiff’s associates were likely inside, which played right into my plans

The door flew open, and aout one side of his mouth “What the fuck do you want?”

A tough guy They were always the most fun to take down

“You Cardiff?”

“Who’s askin’?”

“I a for an answer I could play this fucking game all day I wouldn’t, but I could

“Well?”

“He ain’t Cardiff, I am” The man who spoke was taller than his black-haired friend by at least five inches and about fifty pounds, ut “The fuck you ith me?”

I took a step inside, and bothrevolvers Amateurs