FINDING ELENA
He snatched it up, irritation already brewing.
“Yeah?”
“Boss,” said the hesitant voice on the other end.
“It’s Nolan. The old man’s gone.”
Toni sat up, his hand hung mid-air.
“What do you mean, gone?”
“They snatched him, Boss,” the person on the phone explained.
“They must have been watching us. They came in a van and a salon, shooting at us like crazy. Jose is dead, man.”
For a moment, the music seemed to fade behind the ringing in Toni's head.