Clean Up

Tommaso

All the guys who’d helped that night with the raid crowded into my office, and I passed out glasses of my favorite scotch. Killian took a whiff and grimaced playfully. Even though we had to hide out here to keep from scaring the women in the den, there was a celebratory mood in the air. We’d done it! Not only had we gotten all the women out and taken Tony down, we’d gotten off basically scot-free. Vince got winged, but we didn’t even need to interrupt Sera to patch him up. Teddy had done it with a splash of cheap vodka and a couple wound closure strips.

“All right.” I lifted my glass. “To the Conti syndicate.”

“Conti!” Everyone knocked their glasses together and drank.

“Stan, progress report?” I took my seat.

He cleared his throat. “I’ve put word out through the appropriate channels, and the Philly PD is claiming a massive success in taking down a sex trafficking ring just outside the city.”

The men cheered again.

“That doesn’t mean there won’t be questions,” I said. “When som