Finding A Ghost (Completed)

Chapter 20

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**| Owen's POV |**

North shoved the manager into the chair in his small office, his expression set in stone. I could tell he wanted to hurt the man, do whatever he needed to get the answers he wanted.

I couldn't let him go that far. I wasn't going to let him. Ever since Silas and him did the undercover mission, he changed a little. It was a small shift. A little more angrier. When this was resolved, I was going to have to have a conversation with him about what happened.

I shared a look with Sean and then he dragged Nathan and Silas out of the room to stand guard. We didn't need his men interrupting us. That wouldn't go over well for anyone.

North stayed in the small office and I didn't bother asking him to leave. That would just be a waste of time and breath. Victor was in the room too, waiting patiently. The others were out gathering information.

"Who was the woman?" I asked, turning to the owner and manager of this place.

The man, introduced as Dieter Lange, frowned at us, not letting himself show any fear or signs of intimidation. He was good. His eyes were cold and dark, proof that he was used to dealing with bullies. He just hasn't met my kind of flavor of bullying.

I took in his state of dress and instantly knew his favorite currency. Reputation.

"How many people have died in these fights?" I asked. I had no doubt there had been 'accidents' here. This place was too brutal. Made me wonder what that woman was doing in this kind of world. "I bet you pay off the police to not come around here on certain days. I wouldn't be surprised, not with the amount of money flowing around and the amount of people who come here."

Lange didn't say anything and I wasn't expecting him too. Not quite yet. But we would need results soon because North's patience was nonexistent and he wouldn't wait long to go about this his own way.

"What would I find when I dig into you, your background, and this place. Most likely enough to lock you up, toss you in a prison full of people who would eat you alive. Especially when they hear about how you snitched on some of these men as currency with your contacts within the police department."

His eyes widened. "I don't do that!"

Good, a reaction.

I narrowed my eyes. "Rumors have to come from somewhere. When your clients and your fighters start getting arrested for crimes they no doubt did, you'll be the only connection."

"If you so much as fucking—"

"It won't take them long to make the connection," I interrupted him, not caring about what he had to say. He was only going to make a threat I've heard before. "To get them wondering how it is you keep the police from raiding this place, from busting down your doors on fight nights. What will your clients do to you then?"

He began sweating.

"And we both know you're surrounded by types who shoot first and don't care about any of the answers. They'll only see you as a traitor and will treat you as such. What do Germans do to traitors?"

"If I talk now, same thing will happen." His accent thickened as desperation bled into his words. He knew what could happen and I would follow through with it too. I would slip in the rumors just right to bring him down and hopefully even the police officers in his care. I was alway sup for taking down the corrupt.

"Really?" I cocked an eyebrow. "I was under the impression that we were here to make a business deal." I nodded to Victor, who pulled out an envelope bulging with cash.