“Yo,” Raid answered.
“Yo, Hanna good?” Knight asked and heard Raid chuckle.
“Yeah, man, so am I, in case you’re wondering.”
Knight wasn’t in the mood.
“You hear from Deacon?” he asked.
The humor was gone and Raid’s voice was alert when he answered, “No.”
“Nothing?”
“Talk to me,” Raid bit out, now not just alert, but uneasy.
“Got word, coupla sources, he’s keepin’ bad company.”
“Name of the game, Knight.”
“Deacon had boundaries and we both know that. Now, it would seem he doesn’t.”
“Names,” Raid demanded, now curt.
Alarmed.
Knight gave him the names.
“Jesus,” Raid murmured.
Yeah. Jesus.
Bad company.
“You gonna find him and talk to his ass, or am I?” Knight asked.
“I gotta talk to Hanna then I’m on the road.”
That was good because Knight could afford the best and the best at finding people were Deacon and Raid and if either one of them didn’t want to be found, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of finding them.
Unless one was looking for the other.
“You need me, I’m there,” Knight told him.
“Gotcha. Later. And Knight?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
Raid disconnected.
Knight threw his phone on his desk and got back to work.
But as he did it, he was uneasy.
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Deacon