Gangster Nation. Tod Goldberg
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Название: Gangster Nation
Автор: Tod Goldberg
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Триллеры
isbn: 9781619029682
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“What?” he said. He wasn’t Italian, which was odd. The Family didn’t usually use their affiliates for personal security. They didn’t mind having them sell their drugs or do their scut work, like Chema and Neto Espinoza had done, but it wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement for a positive work environment, Chema chopped up and dumped in a landfill, Neto murdered in Stateville. But everyone had bills.
“You with the guy in the bathroom?”
“Why do you care?”
“I think he fell down,” Matthew said.
“Shit,” the man said, flipped his phone closed, pushed past Matthew, grabbed the other guy, and both disappeared into the bathroom, still not pulling their guns. Matthew could follow them into the bathroom and plug them both in the back of the head if he so wished.
Instead, Matthew headed to his office upstairs.
He still had another fifteen minutes on the clock, so he took a little time to run through the security footage, found the feed of himself walking in and out of the bathroom, wiped it from the system, wiped it from the backup system, too. The perk of being in charge. Tomorrow, he’d come in early, track Ronnie Cupertine’s movements through the casino, see who he played with, see if he met with anyone. Ronnie Cupertine could fly to Las Vegas if he wanted to gamble for real money, so there had to be something else to get him up to this shithole in the middle of the night.
Matthew Drew, who’d spent six months as an FBI agent and another six months pretending to be one while searching for Sal Cupertine, locked his office and headed out through the service exit, saw that housekeeping hadn’t managed to get all of Killer’s blood out of the carpet, took a mental note to have that taken care of on Sunday, too, then made his way to the employee parking lot, where he was the only non-Chuyalla with a reserved spot. Found his Mustang, the piece of shit, got in, and called 911 from his cell, the operator telling him an ambulance was already on its way, again.
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