That said, those men lived trouble, fed off it.
They didn’t care.
“Where are the kids?” Tack repeated.
Lescheva didn’t respond.
Tack waited.
Lescheva held his eyes.
Mitch’s finger on the trigger of his gun aimed at one of Lescheva’s lieutenants who was on his back on the floor got itchy.
“Sacrifice them,” Tack said low. “Make a call. Bring someone in play. They get word to us. We go in. You’re removed. No blowback on you.”
Lescheva didn’t move.
“Sacrifice your men,” Tack ordered.
“I make some calls, I find these kids for you, what do you have for me?” Lescheva returned.
“What do you want?” Tack asked and Lescheva’s eyes flicked to Mitch before going back to Tack.
“Access,” he answered.
“I’m thinkin’ you don’t get this but you got a man in this room with a gun in his hand aimed at one of your boys and you know where his kids are. He’s got a badge but, I’ll repeat, you know where his kids are. Quit f**kin’ around and talk,” Tack barked the last word and Lescheva smiled.
Then he looked at Mitch.
Then he stated, “Access to lockdown.”
He wanted Bill Winchell.
“Your call, Lawson, make it,” Tack stated.
“Find somethin’ else you want,” Mitch, eyes on Lescheva, responded and Lescheva’s smile got bigger.
“Your woman, she’s very beautiful,” he said softly and the tense room got suffocating.
“Make another offer,” Mitch replied through clenched teeth, ignoring the comment, making the play, drawing him out.
Lescheva studied him.
The he said softly, “I have a thorn in my side.”
“I do too and tonight I learned I got more than one. But I’m not gonna do what you want done. It isn’t in you to understand this but I got two kids to raise and I become that man, I’m not fit for that job. Now make another offer.”
Lescheva nodded.
Then he started, “There are police right now searching Pierson’s Mattress and Bed warehouse. There are things in that warehouse that –”
“You know who I am,” Mitch cut him off. “You know this is wasting time. I am not interfering with an investigation. You f**ked up, tied your shit to two assclowns. You take that hit. Now make another offer and think smart before making it.”
“These children, do you think they’re safe?” Lescheva asked.
Jesus, f**k, he wanted to lay hands on this f**king guy.
“I think they better be,” Mitch answered.