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Luis was still awake, of course. He’d bought himself a video game system and a cheap-ass television which gave him something to do. Better yet, it stopped him from annoying me whenever he got bored.
“Yo.” He said, not taking his eyes of the screen. “You two have a nice night?”
“Better than yours.” She said, catching me by surprise.
“Are you two a thing now? I don’t want none of that sappy bullshit around me.”
Cambria snorted and walked to her room, but she didn’t deny it. Luis paused the game to give me a look, and I shook my head. He shrugged and went back to the game.
“What’d you guys do?” He asked.
“Ate Chinese.”
“For three hours?”
“It was some really good Chinese food.”
I didn’t really want to share my emotional problems with Luis. He’d be sympathetic, but he wouldn’t understand or know how to help. All I’d be doing is weakening his opinion of me. If he wanted to think we’d been fucking after I denied it, that was on him.
“I’ve been thinking.” He said.
“Oh yeah?”
“Ass.” He paused. “I’ve been thinking about paying Marco’s gang a visit. His place is east side, and it looked half empty when I drove past there yesterday.”
“You’ve been casing Marco’s place?”
“I’m fucking pissed off. They killed John, and I know you’re not being slow because it don’t bother you, but I’m not in the mood to wait. I wanna fucking hurt ‘em. I get that we can’t hit the Rooks or The Gray right now, but I want to at least do something.”
In the reflection from the windows I could see that he was glaring into the TV.
“I get that, dude. It’s just that if one of us gets shot or something we’d be down for a month or more. Even the dumb kind of shitheads that Marco hires can get lucky. We can’t really give up that amount of time right now, not with only two shooters.”
Luis groaned as his character in the game died. He shook his head and set down the controller, standing up to stretch.
“You’re such a fucking buzzkill.” He said. I knew the anger wasn’t meant for me, so I let it go.
His phone started ringing at the same time mine did. We exchanged glances, both of us realizing that something was off but not thinking about it enough to stop ourselves from answering.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Yo.” Luis said.
From down the hallway I could hear Cambria speak. “Who is this?”
“Good evening. Since you’re on a clock, I’ll keep this short. As of eleven twenty-six P.M. seventeen Los Zetas gunmen have entered the Kismal’s Eastern ghettos. They know your location and intend to kill you all.” The man on the phone had one of the least recognizable accents I’d ever heard. It was clear English, without a trace of ethnic stuttering or dragging of vowel sounds. Maybe more worrying was the fact that he sounded completely bored with us.
I pulled the phone away from my face to check the current time. Eleven twenty-seven.
The man on the phone was almost certainly our anonymous guardian. There were other possible explanations, but it simply fit that he was the one behind the murders at our house. That meant he was using the power behind him to keep watch over us for some reason or another. He could have been lying to force us out of the house, but that would have been pointless given he knew our exact locations and had trained operatives under him. Even though I didn’t trust him, the odds seemed much better if I treated the threat as real.
“Cambria, get the money!” I barked. “Luis, grab our gear!”
They bolted into motion, struggling to be quick and efficient. Luis ran into my room and tossed me my vest, leaning my rifle against the wall for his return trip. I walked to the windows and put my phone back to my ear.
“Give me proof.” I said.
The man sighed. “Damian, you got home sixteen minutes ago from Cho Fu’s diner after eating with Cambria. Before that you were taking a walk through the city, which is unusual because you spend most of your time at Violet’s when out of your home. We track every known element in the city like this. By my estimation Los Zetas’ employees will arrive at your house in four minutes.”
I froze. Four minutes was hardly time to do anything. We couldn’t prepare for a fight or assess our enemies before they’d be all over us. Goosebumps were rising on my skin and my hands had started to tremble. I braced one of them on the window sill to stop it, but the tremor ran up my arm instead.
Headlights traced a house down the road and I cringed. I knew, logically, that any car that close would be less than four minutes away. The knowledge did nothing to help my adrenaline fueled brain. All of my cylinders were firing at maximum speed in that frantic, animal kind of way. I just needed to push my brain to action.
“Can you help us?” I asked, turning away to shrug my vest on. From there it was a short walk to my rifle and the rest of my gear where Luis had laid it.
“No. If you survive I will call you again.” And with that he hung up.
“What are we doing?” Cambria asked, hefting a duffel bag under each arm. She was wide-eyed and breathing hard, but not panicking. That wouldn’t last after the initial shock wore off. We needed to leave.
“We’re taking the car. Luis!” I yelled to get his attention.
He charged into the living room fully geared up, holding his rifle with both hands. I stared hard at my boots, wondering how much time we’d lose if I stopped to put them on. Deciding it would be too much, I gestured to towards the door with a shrug of my shoulder.
Cambria threw the duffels in the back seat of Alfredo’s car and got in. Luis and I took aim down the street and made it to the car in time to notice the sound of approaching vehicles. There at least three, and by the sound of things they were taking different streets to surround us.
“Cambria, watch the back window.” I said, throwing the car into reverse.
We lurched to a stop and I slammed the stick into first gear. We hit third before the end of the block, the tires screeching against the pavement. Another car rounded the corner at the same time we did and angled themselves directly towards us. They weren’t more than fifty feet away, too close to dodge.
“Oh shit!” Luis yelled.
I threw the car to the right and clipped their front end with the left corner of our bumper. Instead of pulling back I kept the wheel cranked, pressing down on the accelerator. Both cars slid off each other, giving me time to swing around him and retreat down another street. Unfortunately that meant going deeper into the ghettos.
“I need a route, Luis.” It was too hard to think while trying to keep us alive.
“I’m on it, I’m on it.”
Something popped and snapped in the wheel well close to me, causing the whole front end to shake. I growled at the piece-of-shit car and prayed that it wouldn’t give out before we go away.
“They’re on the avenue behind us. I can see the lights between houses.” Cambria said.
“Let me know if you see ‘em.” I said.
“Right.”
“Uhh, left here.” Luis said.
I did as he said, finding myself on a curving road running parallel to the nearest freeway.
“Another right and we’ll be in cul-de-sac land. We’ll juke them in there.” Luis said.
“Cul-de-sac land?” I asked.
“There’s a fuckton of cul-de-sacs. The roads here are all retarded and loopy.”
The place was just as Luis described, with streets and avenues that turned and crossed until I couldn’t decide which was which. I started taking turns at random, but the wobbling in the tire was growing worse with every block. We weren’t gaining ground very quickly, and every once in a while I’d catch one of them only a street away, headed in the opposite direction.
“Let me know when we get some distance from them. I’m gonna park.” I said.
Twenty minutes later I still didn’t see an opening. They were like vultures, never close enough to kill us but always too close for comfort. Pulling over on the street wasn’t going to work, they were too near for that. Instead I picked out a section of houses that all looked abandoned and drove past, keeping their locations in my mind.
“Alright, almost ready. Let me know where they are.”
“One car is two roads north.” Luis said.
“There’s one on the corner we passed two turns ago.” Cambria said.
“The third?” I asked.
“Can’t see ‘em.” Luis said.
“Neither can I.”
It would have to do. I pulled the car back towards the chunk of empty houses and found a driveway without a car in it. I pulled into the driveway and then off, taking the grass back behind the houses. We pulled up right behind a house with a back fence and I shut the car off, hoping they wouldn’t notice the tracks in the grass.
“Cambria, get down.” She rushed to sit down in the foot space.
I gripped my rifle so hard that it hurt while we watched the goons circle around. At the right angle flashes of light would pass within feet of our car, but never actually touch it. To me that meant they couldn’t see us, though I couldn’t be sure I was right. I turned slowly in my seat, keeping the noise down even though there was no way they could hear me. Luis vented his anxiety by fidgeting every couple of seconds.
The waiting was worse than if we’d been fighting. If we engaged them we’d almost certainly be killed, but at least it would be on my terms. Waiting in a broken down car meant I was trapped yet again. They could come from any angle, I wasn’t capable of watching all of them. My tension was like a burning in my chest. It wasn’t motivating, just unpleasant.
Cambria was breathing hard in the back seat, taking in short breaths that sounded like panting. She wasn’t used to the life or death stress, and it showed in the way her composure was breaking down. The Los Zetas cars were circling like sharks, and each time we could hear their engines revving she shook in fear.
“I think they’re leaving.” I whispered for Cambria’s benefit.
With nothing else to do, I checked my watch. One twenty-four in the morning. That meant we’d been hiding for an hour, and it wouldn’t be too much longer before the thugs gave it up as a loss. In another twenty minutes they were gone, spreading their search to somewhere West of us.
“We’re clear, probably.” Luis said.
Cambria let out a long sigh and sat up in the back seat. She looked tired, like she’d aged years since we were at Cho Fu’s. I ran a hand through my hair and melted into my seat, letting my arms go limp. Now that I felt safe my shoulder was starting to throb and ache. Fuck me, I’d left my morphine at the house. Was it safe to go back and get my pills?
“What now?” Cambria asked.
“Dunno. Whoever called us said they’d call again if we didn’t die.” I said.
“Do we trust him?” Luis asked.
“Fuck no.” I said. “But we got all knew phones and whoever he works for was still able to figure out where we were. It’s looking to me like we don’t have much choice in the matter.”
“We could go phoneless.”
“We could… I’m just not sure that it matters. Los Zetas found us somehow. It’s possible that the dude on the phone sold us out so they’d push us towards him, but it doesn’t seem likely. I think they tracked us some other way.”
“You think we should do what he wants?”
I took a moment to think it over, looking at it from every angle I could manage. “If it were me on the phone, I wouldn’t give us the choice.”
“Doesn’t that scare you?” Cambria asked in a small voice.
“You kidding? I’m scared as shit.”
I guess I sounded more confident than I was. The idea of some motherfucker tracking my every move and listening in on my phone calls felt like a violation. In a city like Kismal almost anything I did could be used against me. It made this unknown man a huge danger to me, and I’d need to figure out a way to stop him before it got us all killed. Just one more thing to do, I guess.
“Can’t believe we already need a new car.”
“Better than needing new organs.”
Cambria took in a deep breath. “OK, I think I’m better now. We should go to the house to grab-”
She was interrupted by the shared ringing of three phones. I hesitated before reaching down to pick mine off the floor where it had fallen.
“I suppose I should congratulate you.” Said the voice. “I’ve never reached out to an unaffiliated entity like this before, so this could be considered breaking new ground.”
“Who’re you trying to impress?” Luis asked.
“You won’t be able to get a rise out of me, Luis Torries.”
Luis tensed, every muscle in his body going taut. Torries? I’d never known him as anyone other than Luis or Handel. It almost didn’t occur to me that he had a last name.
When no one responded he continued. “I’ll make this simple. Your actions against The Gray have attracted the notice of several powerful groups. The Gray, like the men that tried to kill you tonight, work for Los Zetas.”
I held in a breath, thinking about what that statement meant. It made sense that it would take the permission of one of the big three to eliminate Fourth Street. That raised so many questions, most importantly: did that mean we were up against all of Los Zetas?
“I thought Edward Grandboise funded The Gray.” I said.
The man on the phone paused for a moment. “Edward Grandboise is funded by Los Zetas. The man finances several mercenary groups around the world. Thus far I have been unable to pin him down, but that’s none of your concern. All that I mean to say is your working against The Gray is changing this city in a way that is in my favor.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It’s not important. What you need to know is that I am going to fund your attempts at revenge up until the point where you cannot continue. I will connect you with a banker who will give you access to the money you need.”
“I’m not interested in working for anyone.” I said.
“Oh, I appear to have misspoken. I’m not in the business of making offers. As soon as you stop working towards ends that suit my interests, I’ll kill you and everyone you care about. I know about Treven, the Torries family, and Samuel Reed. Consider them collateral until I feel satisfied.”
Luis smashed his phone against the dashboard, shattering it into pieces. I gripped mine until I heard the plastic splinter, but stopped myself from breaking it completely. Destroying the phone wouldn’t help if he had access to my dad.
I sucked in air through my teeth, hoping the deep breath would calm me down. Being emotional was bound to make me do something stupid. It was a simple truth, but common sense didn’t hold up to the situation. The fucker was trying to control me with the only thing I really couldn’t afford to lose.
The thought of it made me furious in a cold way. I’d never really understood how deeply fucked up and broken the world was. Everything had been a game to me, wagered with my life and the lives of others in the biz who were there because they wanted to be. I didn’t want to die, but it was something put at stake for the amount of money and power a gang could have. I missed John. He shouldn’t have fucking died. Even so, he knew what he was getting into. Treven, Luis’s family, they didn’t have a goddamn clue.
So I made a decision for all three of us. I decided they weren’t going to die because of our choices.
“Tell us what we need to do.”
“Nothing more than what you’re currently doing.” I clenched my jaw. If smiling had a tone, the man on the phone was using it. “I will supply you with a banker who can connect you to money and people that you need. Within reason, of course. The banker will be the judge of that.”
“And what if the money and the people lead Los Zetas back to you?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m rather, err, ingrained, in the systems that run this city. The violence will escalate, and I will be set back several months, but in the end I will almost certainly win. You, however? They’ll kill your loved ones to send a message, even if I don’t do it myself. It is how the Mexicans deal with their enemies.”
That felt like a mental slip to me. I already assumed he wasn’t a Mexican, and it probably wasn’t even important, but I made a note of it because it was more than I knew two minutes ago.
“You can reach your banker by dialing the operator from any phone in the country. Do not enter a number when prompted by the machine. After the tone is done and the line goes silent, enter six four seven one. Identify yourself and you will be connected to my agent. Good luck.”
“Hold on, I’ve still got more questions.”
“The only questions you could ask would be probing me for information because you think you can work against me. I have been doing this for many years, Damian Reed. I suggest you don’t try it.”
Beep.
I leaned back and ran a hand through my hair. One five minute phone call had just changed my entire reason for being in this shithole city. There was suddenly too much information to process, and instead of sifting through it bit by bit my brain was cruising. Scenarios and questions were running through my head that addressed parts of our new situation, but never covering the big picture. Every time I tried to get myself on track, more ideas flowed through me.
One thought slowly overpowered all of the others. Any way I looked at it, he was probably helping us more than he was hurting us. He’d saved us from Los Zetas, at the very least buying us time. With money and connections we had a chance to beat anyone. It meant we were standing on firmer ground than ever before.
We’d fight him, of course. That meant we needed a way to communicate under his notice. It meant hiring competent people that couldn’t be bought, and I wasn’t sure people like that even existed. We’d also need a way to make money of our own. A banker to any serious criminal organization would never be clumsy enough to give us money we could use against him.
“Damian.” Luis said.
“Hmm?”
“Talk to me here. You’re staring out the windshield like you’ve seen Jesus and Satan holding hands.”
“Sorry. Trying to figure out what our next move is.” I started to fiddle with the slide on my rifle.
“He needs to die.” Cambria said.
I was so startled that I turned around in my seat to look at her. She met my eyes, an ugly frown on her face. “Monsters like that don’t deserve to live. He threatened Treven. My brother is just a fucking kid, he has nothing to do with any of this. I swear to God I’m going to make sure he dies.”
I’d been expecting her to lock up or spout some optimistic nonsense, but she’d managed to work herself into a rage instead. That left only Luis’s opinion up in the air.
“You in, Luis?”
“Doesn’t seem like we have a fucking choice. Fucking hell, this shit blows.” I nodded in reply.
“So once again we’re in deeper shit than we were yesterday.” I said.
“Seems like the theme.” Luis growled.
“We’ll find a way to fix this. That bastard is gonna regret helping us out.”
“How are you gonna make him do that?”
“Luis, if he hadn’t protected us we would have died tonight. The stupid fuck is going to hand us money to kill the people we hate. He’s a huge threat, but if he does his job every other problem is less of a concern. I’d rather be up against a guy I know is dangerous than ten that might be.”
Cambria leaned forward in her chair. “When you say it like that, this almost sounds like a win.”
“Honestly? I think it might be.” I said. “We know more now, like the fact that Los Zetas owns The Gray. And I think our caller is from the Yakuza.”
“Why do you think that?” She asked.
“We used a burner to call Leonid about the mine. If Hector Sell did the same, it might not have been recorded. Plus, the guy on the phone acted totally different from how Leonid did.”
“I’m not sure I agree with you. We shouldn’t underestimate this man, not when he’s ransoming our families. It could be someone else within the Bratva who knows about the call and is using that logic to steer us to thinking they’re from the Yakuza. That way if we get caught it’s less likely to come back on them.”
There were so many loopholes and alternate angles that I was starting to get a headache.
“Yo, you remember those towers all over the docks?” Luis asked.
I rubbed at the stubble on my chin. “Yeah, and I think there was a set of dishes and shit on top of The Gray’s barracks. Seems to me like this phone monitoring is a game everyone knows about.”
“It can’t be that simple.” Cambria said, scrunching up her face in concentration.
“Well there’s no point in not looking into it.” I said.
The car got silent after that, each of us on our own subjects. Cambria may have been concerned with finding a way to kill our backer, but I was more keen on keeping us alive. We were about to start playing a new game, one that I didn’t know the rules to. I wondered if the other two felt as uncertain as I did.
“So what are we going to do tonight?” Cambria asked.
“I’m thinking we walk to the freeway and get a hotel. You’ve got the money, right?” I asked.
She patted the duffel beside her.
“Good.” I sighed at the thought of getting up. “Well, no point in sitting here.”
I fumbled with the latch using my left hand before giving up from the pain. With a groan and a lurch I got out and stood up to stretch my legs, finally realizing how stiff they’d gotten.
“Fuck this place.” Luis said.
“Yep.” I replied.
We must have looked strange as we walked through the twisting streets. Two guys openly carrying rifles with Kevlar vests worn over our day clothes, and Cambria who was still dressed in shorts and a Tee shirt. Thankfully nighttime, even in the ghettos, was quiet for those not in a gang. There wasn’t anyone outside to care.
I felt a welling heat in my chest, the simple satisfaction from being alive. It was impossible to feel confident given the way the odds were stacked against me, but I’d be damned before I gave up. With every step I got closer to defeating the city that was trying so hard to keep me down.
Heaven knows I wasn’t one to waste second chances.