The bar was empty, which was unusual. But we called in and told Doc, "We have a problem". And that was the end of that. The stools were all piled up on the tables and on the bar. Only four chairs remained untouched. Four shot glasses lined up with Doc at the bar pouring the first round. I couldn't believe the ol'man was still alive.
"BOYS! What the fuck was that? You can't just rush out of here without giving an old man, like me self, a shout!" Doc shouted from behind the bar.
"Sorry, Doc, but it was an emergency," Conner walked over to the first stool and sat down, choking back his first round.
"What was all the commotion about? You gave me a-FUCK! ASS!"
"My daughter was kidnapped by Giovanni Chekov. And now we have to find her," I said, I finished my first shot and let Doc pour another. As soon as he placed it on the table, I had in my hand-empty- waiting for another.
Doc gave me a look and continued pouring the drink. "The one you just met not too long ago? That's a terrible thing. What are you guys planning to do 'bout it?"
"We have no clue. We just met the boys, they're on their way right now," Conner said.
Doc walked right around and sat next to us, asking about the phone call and how much we knew. After about five minutes I got up and walked out for a cigarette. I finished it off, dropped it and rubbed it with my shoe before I saw Dolly, Duffy, and some tall, dark haired guy walk up.
"Hey, guys, come have a spot and we'll talk," I said, I led them into the bar. Still unsure about the man with them.
"Who's this guy?" asked Conner.
"This is Detective Brody. He knows a lot about kidnapping cases and Mafia hired henchmen," Dolly said. We nodded in respect and continued to our drinks.
"Yeah! It's really fricken cool stuff, ya know! People would accept money for that! Weird ass people, man…," Brody said, loudly.
"Sit the fuck down, Brody," Duffy demanded. "Doc, can we have another shot over here?"
"Oh, that's fine, I don't drink," Brody dismissed Doc.
Doc placed the shot in front of him "Well, you're gonna start,"
Conner and I laughed under our breath and continued on talking to Dolly and Duffy.
"So, we know that Anthony Yakavetta hired Chekov to kidnap Molly from your home," Duffy said, rubbing his eyes. "Turns out that Giovanni Chekov is the son of Ivan Chekov and Sicilia De Paso. Ivan Chekov was the first guy you killed, De Paso died last year of a stroke. De Paso is Yakavetta's aunt, and as you know Ivan Chekov worked for the Russian Mob," He closed the folder he had wide open and drank a shot."This guy, he has his fuckin' connections, fellas."
"Well, shit! It shouldn't be that hard to fuckin' find him. He is hiding Molly somewhere within Yakavetta's estate," I said.
"How do you know that?" The new guy asked.
"How do I know that?" I said mockingly. "I know for a fact that any of the Yakavetta's wouldn't have a captive hidden somewhere where they can't check up on them,"
"And you know be-"
"I know for a fact they would keep a captive for a personal case-not business- somewhere that the person is easily exposed or obvious. Most people think that the Mob hides their bodies somewhere far away, so no suspects them. No, they like to keep it close to home," I explained to Brody.