Los Nefilim Book 4 by T. Frohock

Author:T. Frohock
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Suero stopped the car in front of a shabby apartment building on Carrer del Carme. Guillermo leaned forward and gripped the back of Suero’s neck. “Find Amparo and bring her to number eight. She will answer to me. I want to know what the fuck happened last night. Then you call Juanita. Be careful and use code. We don’t know if anyone is listening on our lines. Tell her we’ve been delayed in the city, and ask her to get Miquel to bring the kitten into our house for the night.”

The kitten was their code for Rafael. Any doubts Diago might have entertained about joining Los Nefilim dissipated. Guillermo would keep his word and protect his family. He put his hand on the door handle, but Guillermo wasn’t done.

“I want you to put a tail on Garcia. I think he’s communicating with an angel, a German. He calls himself Engel. I want to know Garcia’s every move. What he eats for dinner, who he sees, when he goes to bed—­everything. Stay away from Engel right now. I don’t want him to know we’re on to him. Understand?”

Suero nodded. “I’ll see to it myself.”

“Pair up. Everyone pairs up until I’ve gotten to the bottom of this. If anyone fucks up, I will have that Nefil’s head on my gate. Am I clear?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Spread the word and make them believe.”

Suero’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice in rapid succession. It was the first time Diago had seen the young Nefil anxious about his orders. “I will, boss.”

Satisfied with Suero’s response, Guillermo opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk. Diago got out and followed him through the maze of alleys winding away from Carme. Eventually they reached a building with a narrow entrance. Inside, the stairwell reeked of cheap beer and stale cigarettes. ­People moved behind the doors, conjuring images of rats in a nest.

At the second floor, Guillermo went to the end of the corridor and inserted a key in the door of apartment number eight. The cheerless apartment possessed one window, which looked down into the alley. A thin layer of grime covered the furniture, as if the residue of the other tenants’ lives had somehow leaked through the walls to coat the furniture.

Diago took off his coat and hung it alongside his hat on the rack by the door. A quick tour of the apartment revealed one bedroom with a wardrobe against a wall.

“Bathroom is down the hall,” Guillermo said. “If the door is shut, make some noise as you walk. Someone might be in there shooting heroin. You don’t want to startle them into rupturing a vein.” Guillermo flung his coat over the back of the sofa and tossed his hat beside it. “That’s messy.”

Diago retrieved the garments and hung them properly by the door. “I don’t need the bathroom.” Thank God.

Guillermo went to a cabinet and returned to the table with glasses and a bottle of Veterano. “I hope you don’t mind your brandy in juice glasses.” He didn’t wait for an answer and poured them each a round.

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