“Three and a half,” I joked when the woman went to clear a table.
“More like three and a third.”
The hostess motioned for us to follow. Once Sloane was seated, I went to get Cowboy.
“What was the deal at Paddy’s?” I asked.
“See for yourself.” He held out his phone, and I looked at the photo he’d taken.
“Is that DeLuca?” The very guy who Razor said was purported to be the head of the Sabatino family and who Nick’s husband had alleged connections to.
“Affirmative.”
“Do you think his being on this side of town is a coincidence?”
“I don’t know, but I made Doc and Razor aware of his twenty.”
“Good.”
“Uh, how’s Sloane?”
“Shit. Waiting for us.” I motioned for him to follow me. “Whatever you do, do no
t mention DeLuca.”
He gave me a “what do you take me for, asshole?” look.
“Hey, I’m Sloane. It’s nice to meet you in person,” she said when we joined her at the table.
“Garrison, but most call me Cowboy.”
“So, Garrison, what did you see at Paddy’s that made you divert us?”
Cowboy looked at me.
“Someone with connections to the Sabatino family was there,” I answered for him.
“So?”
“Not the best place for former agency and current DHS,” Cowboy responded.
“Got it.” Sloane looked at something on the menu and then back at Cowboy. “Who was it?”
“Um…” He looked at me.
“Cadillac DeLuca,” I answered for him a second time.
Sloane looked at me and then at Cowboy. “Would you please excuse us?”
“Of course.” He got up and went back into the other room and sat at the counter.
“Who was it, Tackle?”
“I told you. DeLuca.”
Sloane threw her menu on the table. “Take me home.”
“What? No. You need to eat.”