Chapter 4: Find The Man
The results of everyone banding together to find out where the fuck Tommy's brother was hanging out was disappointing, if not surprising. Seated at the elegant dining room table in the mansion at nine in the morning, Mercedes watched Tommy listen to his friends reporting in, his face tight and devoid of any emotion.
"So basically, we've got about two dozen leads on this guy," Rosenberg was saying. "He checked in in about a dozen hotels, half a dozen bed and breakfasts and he's been spotted all over town."
"A couple of Robina's compadres told me they helped out Tommy last night when he got into a bit of a tight spot with a bunch of Haitians hell-bent on extracting revenge," Lance added. "There was a major shoot-out, the cops got involved and two motherfuckers lost their lives."
"I don't give a shit about the fucking Haitians," Tommy said, leaning forward. "Do Robina's buddies know what happened to him? To me?" He closed his eyes, a line appearing between his eyes. "You know what I mean."
"You-- I mean, he... fled, but not with the Cubans," said Lance. "They said he drove off toward downtown. After that, no one's seen him."
"None of the Cubans," Rosenberg clarified. "If our timeline's right--"
"--and it is," Lance interjected.
"--then shortly after the fight in Little Haiti, this guy checked into the OceanView and the WK Chariot." Rosenberg shrugged. "Then after that, the Plaza and the Carpe Diem. Which sucks, by the way, the Carpe Diem. Rooms are trashed, horrible roomservice, and let's not even talk about th--"
"Rosenberg," Tommy said in that dangerously calm voice.
"Right, right," said Rosenberg, rapidly patting down his pockets, probably looking for some coke. "The Deacon, Moonlite and the Laurence also told me they saw him last night. They all tried to give him a discount, too, but he wouldn't hear of it."
"Of course not," Tommy sighed. "How else would he spend all of my money?" He got up and paced the room. "Well, I ain't gonna sit on my ass and do nothing while Nicky wreaks havoc with everything we've worked for so hard. Today, we're gonna look for him and we're gonna find him." He thumbed toward Mercedes and Lance. "And just so everyone's not grabbing the wrong guy, I'll be with either Mercedes or Lance all day. Lance, Mercedes, Rosenberg, get a couple of people we can trust, explain what's going on and what they gotta do."
Lance nodded. "I cot a couple of names."
"I don't think we can keep this a secret very long, but we're gonna have to try," Tommy continued. "Comb this city. Check everywhere he's been spotted, two or three times if you have to." He paused. "And carry some power. He's armed as well."
