Troy snorted. “Same shit, different day. I’ve been hearing that crap since I was a teenager. Cabals are businesses, not charitable organizations. Sure, they use their employees. Doesn’t every corporation? That’s the point: use your resources to build your capital. And yeah, there are sides to Cabals that are just plain ugly. You won’t catch me waving pompoms and spouting the party line, not even in front of Mr. Cortez. But you know what? As far as he’s concerned I’m entitled to my opinions…as long as I don’t share them with the stockholders. Whatever my beefs, you don’t see me quitting either, and that’s not because I’m afraid I’d be fitted for cement shoes. Maybe in the Nast Cabal or the St. Cloud or the Boyd, but where I am, Mr. Cortez doesn’t want me here unless I want to be here.”

“Makes sense.”

“You want some guy watching your back if he’s only doing it because he has to? I don’t do this for a good medical package or to protect some Cabal ideology. I don’t believe in that crap. But I do believe in the guy whose back I’m watching.”

He speared a home fry and chomped it down before continuing. “That’s what really burns me about some gang punk spouting that bullshit about Lucas, that naming him heir proves Mr. Cortez doesn’t care about the Cabal.”

“So it’s true.”

“It’s true that Lucas is the named heir, but that’s all anyone but Mr. Cortez himself can say for sure.”

He slowly drained half his cup of coffee, as if deciding how to continue.

“You’ve never met Lucas’s brothers, have you?” he said. “Hector, William, Carlos…?”

“No.”

“Let’s just say that anyone who knows them and Lucas doesn’t think Mr. Cortez’s idea is completely crazy. Not that the others couldn’t run the Cabal-Hector and William, that is. But the best person to do it?” He shook his head. “If Benicio Cortez didn’t care about the Cabal, he’d pass it on to Hector and say, ‘good enough,’ and it’d run just fine. You know anything about Cortez Cabal history?”

“Not much. They were the first Cabal, and they’re still the most powerful-”

“Not ‘still.’ They’re the most powerful again.” He leaned back, stretching until his leg brushed mine. “Now this is all way before my time, but I’ve heard the stories. When Mr. Cortez was growing up, the Cortez Cabal was locked neck-and-neck with the Boyds for third place, meaning they sometimes slipped to fourth out of four. And it wasn’t because things had changed but because they hadn’t. For a couple hundred years, the Cortez Cabal kept chugging along, doing what it always had, not changing with the times. Benicio Cortez changed that. And that means he’s sure as hell not passing the Cabal over to Hector and saying, ‘good enough.’ It also means he’s not going to hand it over to Lucas just to…what, win over his rebellious son?” He laughed and shook his head. “You know Lucas. How would Mr. Cortez have a better chance of winning him over? Handing him the Cabal? Or promising never to bug him about it again?”

He was right. So in trash-talking Lucas, had I only added fuel to the fire? I told Troy what I’d said.

“You did the right thing. If you said any different, it would definitely put you on the ‘no-invite’ list when they’re Cabal-bashing. If they ask you for more on Lucas, you should tell them-” He stopped. “No. Your instincts are good. Stick with them.”

“Thanks. There is something you might be able to help me with. An incident with the gang that Mr. Cortez may have…forgotten.”

“Forgotten?” His lips twitched in a barely suppressed grin. “Or neglected to tell you?”

“Sorry. I’m not implying-”

“If you aren’t, then you should be. The chances of Mr. Cortez forgetting to add something are near zero. Intentionally withholding information that he’d consider sensitive? I’d count on it. What seems to be missing?”

I told him what Jaz said about recent trouble between the gang and the Cabal.

“Dustups?” he repeated.

“Encounters, altercations-”

“I know what you mean, but I have no idea what they mean. Sure there are dustups. All the time. Always have been. They’ll pull a job that gets too much attention or gets too close to our operations, and we’ll flex our muscles, give their chain a tug, and remind them they are on a chain, operating in this city with the Cabal’s permission.”

“Has there been an increase in those sorts of encounters?”

“If there has been, I’d know about it. All security alerts come to me.”

Troy promised to investigate further and I trusted he would. I was also inclined to believe him when he said that a sudden increase in Cabal-gang problems wouldn’t be the kind of thing Benicio would keep from me. Yet, as I knew from experience, just because something doesn’t cross Benicio’s radar didn’t mean it wasn’t being done by a Cabal employee, using Cabal resources and the Cabal name. I’d have to work on Jaz some more.

TROY LEFT FIRST. I presumed he was watching my exit, but knew better than to look for him as I hailed a cab. I’d just given the driver my address when my cell phone rang, the gang one Rodriguez had given me.

“Faith? It’s Jaz. I didn’t get you up, did I?”

I checked my watch. I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t been up by ten-awake, showered, dressed, done breakfast and moving on with my day. Being in the gang, though, meant late nights and, probably, late mornings. Like being back in college. Well, being back in college for the kind of kids who skipped morning classes and stayed out at the bars all night, which hadn’t been me.

“No, I’m awake.”

“Good, good. You took off last night before I got a chance to ask your plans for today. I figured, being new in town, maybe you’d like some company. We have to be at the Rider by three, but-”

“Three? I thought it was five-oh, you mean you and Sonny.”

“No…” A moment’s pause, then, “Shit. Guy hasn’t called you yet, has he? Better keep this quick, then, or I’ll get hell for tying up the line. Short version is, you’re in.”

“In?”

“On the job tonight. The one I mentioned. I talked to Guy last night, told him how well you did.”

“Great. Thank you.”

A laugh. “While I’d love to claim credit, I don’t have that kind of pull. Once he saw what you could do-that mind-reading stuff-he decided we could use you on the job. He was just double-checking with me, making sure everything went okay. So, you’re in, but before that, I was wondering if you had lunch plans.”

I didn’t. We agreed to meet at the club.

At one, a cab dropped me off at Easy Rider. I was about to ring the side bell when a voice called from behind me.

“Hold up, Faith. I got it.”

Footsteps thundered down the sidewalk. I turned to see Rodriguez jogging toward me, waving his key.

Rodriguez was the youngest member, no more than twenty. An average-looking guy, but there was a sweetness about him that made me want to fix him up with someone’s little sister. Maybe it was the shy smile or the hair that flopped in his eyes or the big dark eyes that dipped away the moment they touched mine. When he’d given me my phone yesterday, he’d taken me through everything step-by-step, patient but never condescending, explaining everything in simple English-a far cry from most tech support guys I’d dealt with.

“Guy will give you a key soon enough,” he said as he unlocked the door. “Until then, if no one answers the bell, ring Guy’s office phone. The number’s on your speed dial. He’s usually in by noon.”

He held the door open, then darted past me to the security panel and punched in a code.

“Even when someone’s already here, this will be armed, and Guy expects you to rearm it after you come inside.”

“Got it.”

“Ask him for the code later. He should give you that, even if you don’t have a key.” He pressed the last button, then paused before shutting the panel. “That reminds me. You have some experience with alarm systems, right? Ex-boyfriend thief or something?”