“You hear? You think? How come nobody seems to know about them?” I asked angrily.
“Mainly because they are so good at what they do. Word is LC’s not greedy, always makes his partners money, doesn’t do business with street level people or folks he doesn’t know, and most importantly, he doesn’t trust anyone other than family. Men like that don’t grow on trees. Shit, some say he was Ollie North’s partner in Iran-contra.”
I saw the look Elijah gave me. These people were seriously connected.
“And Junior, is he the most dangerous son?” It made sense to me that he would be the bad-ass because of the way he took out Samuel in that elevator.
“Junior is no joke, but the one I wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley is his younger brother, Vegas. You wouldn’t know from looking at him, but dude’s supposed to be some kind of Jason Bourne type one-man army. He had motherfuckers scared from his jail cell.”
Ahmed jumped in. “Wait, I heard of a guy named Vegas on the inside. That cat had Sing-Sing on lock. He might as well have been the warden. Even the COs answered to him. That shit was crazy. But he wasn’t a bully; he was calm and deadly.”
“Yeah, that’s him. He just got out.” Lincoln shook his head. “He can be the nicest person, and in a second he turns into a cold-blooded killer. You do not want to get on his bad side.” Lincoln smiled at me, looking like a devil as he revealed his bloodied teeth.
“He’s the one the Jew warned us about,” Elijah said. “Who else they got worth talking about?”
Half a squeak from me and he was talking up a storm this time. For someone who claimed not to know much about the Duncans, he suddenly had information on every member of the family. Lenny and Squiggy had really done their job getting what I needed out of this guy.
“Orlando, but he’s more of a businessman than a gangster. He runs Duncan Motors, but he’s not afraid to get dirty if that’s what the situation calls for. The youngest son, Rio, is a straight up homo, but he stays strapped too. There’s also a son-in-law, Harris. He’s the family attorney, and he knows his shit. He’s basically in charge of cleaning up their money and keeping them out of jail. Then there’s the girls—”
“I don’t want to hear about any useless women,” I told him dismissively. He smirked at me and shut up.
“So, what’s your detail? What do you do for the Duncans?” He was so busy watching me stroke my pets that it appeared he didn’t even hear me. “Hello? What is your normal detail?”
“I’m in charge of one of the warehouses. I work for Kennedy, the guy y’all killed.”
“One of the warehouses? How many do they have?”
“I don’t know. Depends on the product. The one I work at houses weed. But I’m sure there are others that house different contraband. They got them all over the country, but I only know that the one I work at just got a shipment.” He had finally gotten my attention again.
I peppered this snitch with questions until I was convinced that I knew everything he knew, and that was just enough to help us make our next move.
I pulled Elijah aside to talk to him. “Interesting. Very fuckin’ interesting. It would seem that Bernie may have been right. Taking out LC Duncan is the key to destroying the Duncans from within.”
“One thing I still don’t understand,” Elijah commented. “With LC Duncan dead and the Duncans crippled, what does the Jew get out of all of this?”
“I don’t know. You’d think the way they have their fingers in everything that they’d lose money if the Duncans went under.” I dropped Lenny and Squiggy to the floor to let them run around. After all, they’d done a great job.
“Fuck!” Lincoln yelled, kicking Lenny across the room.
I raced over and grabbed him by the throat. “You kicked him?”