Page 134 of Kai
Ego slowly turns his head.
“You did this shit without me?”
“Yeah.”
“You fuckhead, Kai! You’re suspended!”
“On leave,” I counter. “And I wasn't ready to involve you.”
“Bullshit.”
“Fine. I didn't want Sabrina yelling at both of us.”
“That actually sounds believable.”
I snort.
“Go to the stored files.”
He's already pulling up his tablet.
“Last night Jonas had company.”
“Who?”
“Arben Sarkisian.”
Ego freezes.
“The son of the Vor of the Sarkisian family?”
“Yes. The son of the leader of that Armenian crime family, rising to the top of the underworld on the whole fucking eastern seaboard! How many other Arben fucking Sarkisians do you know?”
He shrugs.
“Could be common in Armenia. Like John Smith.”
“Dude!”
“What?”
“Shut up and watch.”
I carefully take the next turn, automatically checking my mirrors for a tail.
Years of training.
Can't turn it off.
Beside me, Ego starts whistling.
“Damn. Arben brought muscle.”
“Yep.”
“Listen.”
The audio crackles.
