Missy Goes to Hong Kong (Missy the Werecat Book 8) by P. G. Allison

Author:P. G. Allison [Allison, P. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

Monday, Apr 6, 2020

Ricardo Salvi snarled “Look, I’m not interested in any more of your excuses. First, you don’t stop those FBI assholes from arresting me. Second, you don’t even warn me about them. Third, it’s three days now and you still don’t know how they learned where I’d be picking up my drugs that day? And, now you’re saying you can’t be sure why they’re making all these arrests, none of which make any sense other than as harassment? What the fuck am I paying you for?” None of his guys on the police force had been able to explain what was going on with the FBI. “Call me back when you finally have some answers for me!” He slammed the phone down and cursed.

It had taken forty-eight hours before his lawyer had gotten him released and he had not enjoyed spending two nights behind bars. Then, when he’d checked in with Hands, he’d learned the Chinese were helping Clay and Frank handle things. They had provided drugs to replace what the FBI had grabbed. The good news was business had not suffered and things had continued pretty much as normal. The bad news was Hands now wanted those guys to continue helping.

Apparently, they’d agreed to provide drugs provided they had some say in how things were run. According to Hands, the deal was for them to work with Ricardo’s people and Hands would continue seeing nice profits. The catch, of course, was should he insist on running things without them, as he’d done before, then they’d no longer be his supplier and he’d have to go back to buying from Mendoza or someone else. Since that would be at higher prices, Hands would not agree.

The tables had been turned. He had been the one to convince Hands to buy from Zhu-Gung and now Zhu-Gung had convinced Hands to allow them to “work with his people”. Fuck! Since he couldn’t complain his own profits weren’t benefiting, until he could show Hands these Chinese fuckers were bad for his business, he was stuck. He needed to accept their “help” in running his operations, or else.

Just then Clay and Frank arrived. According to Hands, they had his share for everything that had gone down while he’d been in prison. Clay said, “You wanted to see us, boss?”

“Yeah, come on in.” He waved them over to the chairs in front of his desk and watched as they sat down. “What can you tell me about these Chinese guys? Hands seems to think they’ve been helpful.”

Frank nodded and said, “Actually, they have. We thought everything was gonna fall apart for a few days until you got back. You know … from you being in prison and everything. But then, Hands told us we should talk to a couple guys in charge of things here in New York for that Zhu-Gung organization. Wagner and Antony. After we saw them, they had their guy Jiang Linn come over with enough drugs to satisfy all our customers and maybe a bit more.

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