“It’s only superstition if the information is wrong.” Aurelia spread out her arms again. “This is always where deals get made, isn’t it? It’s romantic. But it’s also powerful. So, if you’re actually interested, why don’t we have a seat? I’ll explain.”
Kazuo turned again to stare at his new companion, and nearly jumped out of his skin when a screeching ring sounded in his pocket.
Aurelia gestured. “Please. Attend to your business. I’m not going anywhere.”
Kazuo jammed his phone against his ear. “Talk to me.”
“Kaz.” A nickname Kazuo hadn’t heard in sixteen years. “He’s back in town. Your info, wherever your guys got it. It was . . . it was good.”
Kazuo closed his eyes. “Fuckin’ hate it when I’m right. Shit! Okay. Okay, Maxie. I’m with you. Gimme an hour. Whatever you gotta do, I’ll back your play. Just wait for me. You hear? Wait for me.”
“. . . Thanks, brother. Will do.”
“Good luck, kid. If you’re right about this jackoff, you’re gonna need it.” Kazuo terminated the call, pocketed the article of his undoing, and stared into a pair of ice-rimmed eyes. “So’m I.”
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