Provocative Passion. AlTonya Washington

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      Chapter 3

      Santigo’s conversation with Linus following their meeting with the architects went on for a while longer and ended with drinks in Linus’s office. Neither man wanted to admit that it was far too early in the day to be breaking the seal on a bottle of bourbon, but Tigo appreciated that Linus understood his trying predicament.

      The partners indulged lightly but joyfully until Tigo remembered he had another meeting to attend. Linus was very persuasive, but Tigo admirably refused another round of the fine liquor.

      “Carl and Lester are already inside,” Jenny Boyce’s childlike voice chirped out the information when Tigo arrived in the private lobby outside his office.

      Tigo checked the platinum timepiece around his wrist. “They been waiting long?” he asked his assistant.

      “Not more than five minutes.” Jenny moved from behind her desk to help her boss straighten his tie. “They don’t look so good.” She spoke in a hushed tone.

      That was news indeed since the two crew chiefs were known for their comedic wit and easy smiles. As Tigo’s main responsibilities put him in contact with union reps and oftentimes tense negotiations, working with a laid-back duo like Carl and Lester was one of the few joys his job provided.

      “Thanks, Jen.” Tigo smoothed down the attractive olive-green tie with its subtle markings and cleared his throat while pushing open the double doors to his office.

      “Gentlemen,” he called out to Carl Roche and Lester Bradford. He made his way across the wide expanse of the room to shake hands with the two men, who waited before the gargantuan desk in the rear.

      “Coffee? Somethin’ stronger?” Tigo offered.

      “Nah, thanks, T.”

      It didn’t take much more than those few words from Carl for Tigo to share Jenny’s assessment of the men’s moods. “Is there trouble brewing in the ranks?” he asked.

      “This isn’t union business,” Carl said.

      “It’s personal,” Lester tacked on.

      Tigo shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. “Talk to me,” he offered in the blunt, inviting and informal manner all Joss Construction employees had come to love about him.

      “You remember my boy Kenny?” Lester asked as he, Tigo and Carl took seats.

      Tigo smiled, nodding from his perch at the edge of his desk. “How is he?”

      “Working.” Lester’s smile hinged between pride and something akin to sorrow. “Last year in high school. He’s working for Greenway Construction.”

      “Ugh.” Tigo twisted his face into a playful frown. “Working for the enemy, huh?”

      “Hmph, in more ways than one.”

      Tigo’s amusement transitioned quickly into agitation. “What’s goin’ on, Les?”

      Lester braced his elbows on the knees of his khaki work pants and smoothed a hand back over his dark, balding head. “Some weeks back, Ken went to Carl’s son, Ian, about makin’ some extra money.”

      “Right.” Tigo nodded, knowing that Ian Roche was one of their part-time crew members. “We don’t own him, fellas. Ian’s free to work with another company if he wants to.”

      “That ain’t the problem, T.” Carl Roche’s face was a bit flushed beneath his honey-toned complexion. “The extra money wasn’t from a construction job, but some...errand, and both the boys are sittin’ downtown right now in a cell on a carjacking charge.”

      Tigo blinked—stunned. He knew the kids had taken work to earn extra money for college. To help their parents, both boys had agreed to start school a year later in order for their folks to get better prepared before they were hit with the expense.

      “What can I do?” Tigo leaned forward, shifting his gaze between the two men.

      The worried fathers traded uncertain looks. “We were hoping you could tell us, T.” Carl Roche sighed.

      “The public defenders on the boys’ case are useless.” Lester slumped back in his chair. “Judge says he wants to make an example of ’em.”

      “They haven’t been in trouble before, have they?”

      The fathers shook their heads in unison.

      “So what possessed ’em to do somethin’ so knuckleheaded?”

      “The boys swear they didn’t know a damn thing about the truck being stolen,” Lester insisted.

      “So how did this go down?” Santigo left his desk and assumed his place behind it. “Did they get pulled?”

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