Page 40 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Okay. Whatcha got going?”
“Still low-level dealing.”
“How’s the meth trade going for you?”
“Fuck, man, I only did that for a short time. The people I sold to were too damn impatient and liable to do somethin’ crazy. I only deal to professionals now, and they do coke. The docs and lawyers got somethin’ to lose, so they make great customers.”
Diesel laughed, took out a large Mylar bag, and tossed it to Zach. “That’s two pounds of premium weed. The best shit you’ve ever had.”
The man’s eyes brightened, and a huge grin broke across his mouth. “Thanks, man.”
“No worries. What’s the news?”
Zach plopped down on a worn-out olive-green couch. “Take a seat, dude.”
Diesel sat on a straight-back chair and leaned forward.
Zach picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table. He tapped one out, put it between his lips, and lit it. “Your brother’s hiding out. Cano’s got some of his enforcers looking for him.” He inhaled deeply, blew out a cloud of smoke, and tapped the ash into a beer can.
“Are they in Denver?”
“From what I hear, no one’s in the city or even in the state. Your brother hit the road after he knocked off Miles.”
“Cano’s brother?”
“Yep. The word on the street is that Cano’s looking for blood. Him and his brother were real tight.”
“Where’s Cano?”
“Southern Cal.”
“San Diego?” Diesel leaned in further.
“Not too sure which city. I’ll dig deeper. Word’s out your brother’s in Cali too.”
“So Cano and Freddy were partners?”
“Loosely. Cano invested money into Freddy’s clinics at about forty-five percent interest a week, then called it in.”
“Fuck.”
“Yep. Doing business with a loan shark gangster never turns out good if you don’t got the money to pay back the dough. Cano took over the clinics and pushed your brother out. Miles was the heavy in making sure your brother paid the organization what he owed them.”
“Where does Cano work out of?”
“He’s got interests in Nevada and Arizona, but I hear he’s based in LA primarily.” Zach stubbed out the cigarette and lit another one. “I’ll try and get the exact location if I can.”
“I gotta get to Freddy before they do.”
“You got that right. I’m surprised your brother ain’t asking you for help.”
Diesel shrugged. “What can I say? He’s got shit for brains.”
Zach laughed. “When you heading back to the mountains?”
“Tomorrow.” He rose to his feet and fished out a wad of bills from the inner pocket of his cut. “Thanks, dude.” Diesel put the cash on the scuffed-up table. “Let me know if you find out where this fucker is. An office or home address will work.”
“I’ll let you know, that’s for sure,” he said, scooping up the money.
