Stryker calls me minutes later. Unfortunately, it’s not to give me any good news. “It looks like things have gone from bad to worse. You and I need to talk. Meet me at my place.” I blink my eyes, trying to clear my foggy mind. “You do know it’s the ass crack of dawn, don’t you?” Stryker snorts. “I know what time it is, asshole. And I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t important. You have five minutes to get your ass here!” Looking past the windshield, I take a deep breath before I respond. I hate to tell him I told you so, but I’m so sick of this back and forth bullshit between the Confradia and Kazik. Why can’t they f*****g see that Kazik is a goddamn liability? “f**k you later then, Stryker.”
It doesn’t take me long to get to the brownstone. Stryker opens the door immediate
