8: Chase.

“What the fuck did you do?”

“Hello to you too, cuz.”

“I’m serious, Tino.”

“First of all, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Second, why do you sound so pissed?”

I rub the heel of my hand on the back of my eyes as I click through the computer database. “I’m talking about what happened Saturday night. Olson was supposed to take care of everything, and we were supposed to be hands off. Why is it I’m hearing that you’re involved?”

“Oh.” There’s a long silence, and I hear him talking to someone else that must be near him. It’s a minute later when I hear a door shut, and he hisses into the phone. “Neva is on my ass to press charges.”

“Press charges for what, Tino? You’re the one that started the fight, and there are about a dozen witnesses.” I let out a sharp breath. “You didn’t tell your fiancée the whole story, did you?” The pause after my question gives me my answer. “Shit ,Tino, what did you tell her?”

“That the strippers stole all our money and the bouncers tried to kick