so it began. He was looking for information.
“If you wanted information, then why did Paul go through all this work to create a job for me? I can’t help you,” she stated then shoved his hands away and rose from the seat. By now the rest of the conversations had halted, and everyone was listening to them.
“What is she talking about, Jamie? I didn’t make up this job for her.”
Melissa looked at Paul then back at Justin.
“I think my job here is over, Paul. Can you pay up so I can leave?”
“Melissa works at Charlie’s. Bret, Chico, and Carlos were in there last night. She was tending bar for their private party.”
They all looked at her, but she raised her chin and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Is this true, Melissa? You know the men we were just discussing?” Paul asked.
“I know who they are, and yes, I was tending bar last night for their little party. I don’t have any information for you. Nothing was discussed.”
“I heard it got pretty intense around three o’clock or so.”
Melissa knew she looked guilty of something, but they had no evidence, no proof at all. This was hearsay and no specifics. Jamie and the rest of these cops would have to do better than this to get her to rat out gangsters and drug dealers. If she said a word, her family was as good as dead.
“What happened, Melissa?” the lieutenant asked.
She was quiet for a few seconds and contemplated the story she would give them.
“It got a little crazy at the end. Bret had too much to drink. He thought he could buy me, too,” she said then held her wrist, rubbing it with her good hand.
Justin reached over and took it into his hand, looking it over.
“He did this to you?”
She nodded.
“If Charlie and Spike, the bouncer, didn’t break through the door, it would have been a lot worse.”
“Shit, Melissa. When Bret wants something, he gets it. No one says no or they end up dead.”
He touched her cheek then trailed a finger across her chin near her neck.
“What about this?” He questioned the makeup she used to cover up the slight bruising on her chin and cheek. That was a shock, waking up to that this morning and then hiding it from her aunt and the kids.
“I said it got a little crazy.”
“What conversation went on in that room?” the lieutenant asked.
“I told you, nothing. They were there to party, get drunk, and bullshit.”
“Melissa, if you have information that can help us put Bret and the others behind bars, you need to tell me. We’ll protect you.”
She pulled away from him and took a step away.
“You can’t protect my family. I don’t know anything, and if I did, I wouldn’t say a word. I need money to support the kids and my aunt. If I lose that job, I’m finished.”
She walked away and back toward the bar.
* * * *
Jamie walked out of the room and exhaled. He couldn’t believe what he heard. He knew Melissa, and she was aware of information in regards to the drug dealing and perhaps the locations of labs they were looking for. She was just scared.
He glanced down at her cell phone.
He pulled it from her hip when she abruptly rose from the chair. He felt shitty for doing it, but he wanted to know who was calling her. If she was privy to information and had chosen to work as a bartender for private parties, then she knew stuff. Friend or not, the department was desperate to catch Bret and these other men. He looked at the numbers and the texts she received. This couldn’t be right. He checked the numbers again and then confirmed it. How the hell did she know Logan and his brothers? Justin felt conflicted. He knew the other Valdamars, Logan’s cousins, Dustin, Kyle, Adam, Trey, and Donny. Frankie’s text mentioned needing to kiss her again. Was she fucking him? Was it possible that she was with all of them? He was jealous and envious at the same time. The Valdamar brothers were some serious men. They were huge, and they were not men to fuck around with. What the
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