Page 71 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Glock and a Bowie knife. You?”
“Same, except I have a straight-edge.”
Diesel nodded, then threw back the shot. “All the guys are talking about your bike. It’s fuckin’ awesome, but you know that. It’s wicked competition to Viking’s.”
Demon laughed. “It better be. Cost me a damn fortune, but it’s worth every penny. Let’s go for a ride up the coast tomorrow. There’s nothing better than riding along the ocean, breathing in the salty air. It’s fucking nirvana.”
“Sounds good. I’ll let you know.”
“I know you got other shit you’re messing with, bro. I hope you can join us. Crutch, Iceman, and Willie are coming. We can stop off at Huntington Beach for a cold beer and the best damn cod you’ve ever tasted.”
Diesel nodded then stiffened when he saw a man dressed in all black with a hat pulled down low standing at the Grim Henchmen’s booth. He motioned Viking over.
“What’s up, bro?” Viking asked.
“Do you know that dude?” He tipped his head toward the stranger.
“Doesn’t look familiar. Should he?”
“I’m wondering if it’s that fucker Cano.”
Viking glanced over again at the man. “I’m not sure. It’s hard to tell ’cause he’s hiding his damn face.”
“And why the fuck’s he doing that?”
“Do you have a photo of him?”
“Just a crappy DMV image. Hawk sent it over last night, but it’s blurred.”
Viking laughed. “Hawk fucked up a simple text photo? Damn, he’s slipping, and you tell him I said that.” A huge grin spread over his face.
“Yeah, he’s gonna really like that.”
“He’ll wanna kick my ass for sure.”
A beeping sound from Diesel’s phone drew his attention away from Viking. “Speaking of Hawk,” he said, opening the text from the VP.
“Tell him what I said,” Viking said, inching closer to Diesel.
“He knows he fucked up. He’s sending another pic of the fucker.”
“Damn it!” Viking bellowed.
Diesel chuckled and waited for the next message. In a few seconds, he tapped on the small picture and pulled up a crystal clear photo of Peter Cano. A muscle ticked in his jaw. His eyes darted to the man in black, the text photo, back to the guy, and then away. A tornado of rage swirled around inside him.
“Take a look at this.”
Viking took the phone, stared, then nodded. “That’s him, and he’s standing right there.”
Diesel’s impulse was to grab the fucker and beat the hell out of him, but he knew he had to stay cool.
Everything depended on it.
He had to focus on the main objective: keeping Myla safe and finding Freddy. He needed to concentrate on facts and garnering information, not how he wanted to rip the fucker apart, limb by limb.
“Let’s beat the shit outta him,” Viking said.
From the way his words were slurred, Diesel knew his friend had had too much booze, which could make a dangerous situation even worse.
