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Eddie learned of Sal’s death from Tau, who’d heard it on the news. The cops said he was found in his own car. Passenger seat. They think he knew who killed him. Eddie disconnected the call and walked down to his office. The lunch rush was picking up, but he needed to be alone.
Who would have killed Sal? And why? He supposed there were many who didn’t care for the guy. He was a monster, after all. Even in the last year, he’d roughed up many people on Eddie’s list. Killed a few, too, including O Jackson.
He thought about Marco. That one stung. He regretted ordering that hit.
The kid.
Eddie shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.
Kate.
The last time he’d seen her, she’d seemed okay. Sitting there at the restaurant. Talking to him and Sal. But Eddie knew it was a front. She was still hurting bad, even three months later. He made a note to call her to see how she was doing.
He’d have to call Sal’s ma’, too.
Shit.
He’d have to go over there. Console her. Another damned funeral. His head spun. Things were out of control. With Marco gone and now Sal, he was down to just two guys he could really trust, and business had been expanding. He’d need Dario and Tau to promote Mike, and add some new runners.
The whole thing made him uneasy. Cops would be crawling around again, asking questions. He needed to get Dario and Tau on the same page, and try to figure out who did this to Sal.
He felt his blood pressure rise and let out a long, slow breath. He’d really have to start watching his back.
Maybe he was next.
