I study the picture again. Richard Chastine, Winter Chastine’s crackhead brother, is sitting in a booth with a bottle of what looks to be tequila sitting in front of him. There’s two dark skinned women sitting on either side of him and he looks to be very happy.
“I don’t recognize the club,” I tell Lucia before sliding the paper across the desk so Enzo can see it as well. His brows pull together in confusion.
“Of course you don’t,” Lucia says, placing her palms on the edge of my desk and leaning forward. “He’s at Oasis.”
I pause, looking up at her. “Seven Quad’s strip club?”
“The exact one.”
“What the hell is he doing in their club?” I wouldn’t find it unusual if the man wasn’t clearly there as some sort of guest. I know for a fact the man is homeless, so he sure as shit can’t afford strippers and a whole bottle of liquor.
And with Seven Quad’s recent interest in my mouse… none of this is a coincidence.
“I don’t know,” Lucia says as she pulls another thin strip of paper from the little pocket of her black slacks. “But I know where he’s staying, so why don’t you go ask him.”
“Why don’t we?” I climb to my feet, nodding to Enzo. My brother gave him the day off so he’s all mine until the morning. “You’re driving,” I tell him.
I pull open my desk drawer, grabbing my secondary holster and gun. My primary one is already sitting on my hip. Once I have everything in place, I walk toward the door, Enzo following behind me. I know he’s already armed down to the tee with his own guns.
“Maximo,” Lucia calls when I get to the door.
I turn around, raising a brow at her. “What?”
“That’s not all,” she teases smugly, watching me.
I huff out a breath, “Well, what else is there?” I ask her.
This time her grin takes over her face and she looks like the cat who caught the canary. “I know why Giovanni wants Winter.”