Van looked at the photos and hissed in a breath. “Why are you after Barone?”
“You know him?” Tate asked.
“Not personally, but he’s why I’m in the city.” Van shot a hard look at Tate. “What’s he got to do with you?”
“I’m trying to find her.” Tate pointed to the picture of the other woman. “She had, has information that can help shut the bastard down. Or so she said.”
“She’s gone missing, too?”
“Yeah. Ms. Nolan worked at Barone’s club as a stripper.”
“Only that?”
“No. She worked upstairs as well.”
“I take it she contacted someone in C21 since you’re out here.”
“Yep. She worked at a club in the mid-west, as a stripper, and got involved with one of our men out there. He convinced her she was better than that and helped her get it together enough to quit. She came out here to go to sch
