He got a desperate look, “I love that girl.”
“You loved her so much you wanted to break her and make her yours.”
“Man, you ever break a girl?”
“No.”
“It’s a fucking thing of beauty. Killed me that they stole that from me and a girl like Angie? She was amazing. She was the perfect blend of wild and submissive. She was wild on that dance floor, out in the world. And then in the bedroom, she was a goddamn goddess who did whatever I wanted her to do. You don’t find that every day.”
“No, you don’t.”
“So what can I do? What can I give you that’ll make you let me go?”
My phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen. Zack.
I answered, “Hey man.”
“Where’s Jason Frost?”
“I’ve got Frost.”
“Shit. Where?”
“In front of me, in a cell.”
“What are you doin’, man?”
“Havin’ a chat. Gonna decide whether or not to hand him over to them or take him out myself.”
Frost’s eyes grew bigger.
“He’s trying to make a deal with me to let him go. Offering me his Kruna shares.”
“Dario, man, can you hang tight? Can you hang tight till I get there? I need to talk to you. It’s important. Don’t do anything with Frost.”
“When?”
“The morning.”
“I think I need to settle this tonight.” I wasn’t sure if I could let this slime ball live.
“Dude, I’m on my way. Wait. Don’t do anything. Okay?”
“What is it?
“We’ve gotta talk in person. Don’t make any moves. None. Just wait for me.”
“Fine.”
** ** **
An hour later I was sitting on the front steps of the house with a stick and a knife and Zack pulled in on his Harley. Behind him was a car that had three guys in suits in it.
“What the fuck?” I said aloud as he approached me. Two of my men emerged from the barn and stood sentry in front of the barn. Two more materialized from the rear of the farmhouse and flanked me.
A guy in a suit stepped out of the front passenger seat of the car and then he stepped in front of Zack and flashed his ID at me. He shone a flashlight on the ID.
Interpol. Fuck.