Chapter Twenty-Eight-Luc

I stand next to Angel in the hall as Nico has his meeting with Liam O’Doyle and his twenty year old daughter Margaret.

The old man has her pimped out in some trashy get up like she’s up for grabs and I feel nothing but revulsion.

What the fuck is wrong with him that he would blatantly offer his daughter like some carnal sacrifice?

It makes me sick.

I don’t often accompany Nico to these kinds of meetings. Not unless there is something legal to be discussed. But the O’Doyle’s are old school Irish mob, and they have something we want.

I’m not there to negotiate terms. I am there to pick up on something they might be hiding.

And I can see it as soon as I look at the old man’s wrinkled maw.

This motherfucker has Sanchez Junior.

And we want him.

But I want his brother more.

Ever since I heard Matteo Sanchez’s slimy, high-pitched voice asking Maria’s frail mother if she’s heard from her daughter, my hackles have been raised.