CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"I'm telling you, Ruby.. Those fuckers over at Tequila know something.. Especially the manager, that pale, shaky Serbian fuck, Andrej.. And his bouncer, Randy.. I'm convinced that they know more about what happened to Mercedes than they told us."

Agent Snyder was in his kitchen, standing before his coffee maker with his phone in one hand through which he was talking to Ruby, his partner, and banging the equipment before him to show his conviction and strong belief in every single syllable that made up the words he was saying.

"Well, how are you so sure? I mean, I talked to Mindi, the last person to have spoken to Mercedes, or Coochie… whatever, before she disappeared, and she seemed pretty sincere. What's giving you this confidence, Snyder?"

Ruby, as expected, was very skeptical and critical, wanting concrete evidence before believing or going along with anything, because she knew full well that Snyder was undoubtedly a smart agent, but more often than not, he could be full of bullsh