Brandel pulled his rental car up outside the house, checked the gun at his waist and kicked the door in. Pulling his gun he walked up to Manny Mendez and pointed it in his face.
"Where is he?" He snarled.
"Who your cop son, yeah we found out who he was; were you trying to set us up?" Manny said as some of his gang pulled guns on Brandel.
"NO, I want him dead." Brandel snarled. "Where's my girl?"
"Sorry, Johnnie, your boy took your Chica. There was nothing I could do; she's set to testify against me." Manny told Brandel.
Brandel lowered his weapon.
"So, how did you find out my boy was alive?" Brandel asked grabbing a bottle of tequila off the table and sitting in a chair facing Manny."
Manny waved his hands and his guards moved back. Grabbing a bottle of beer he sat and they talked.
"The cop was a friend of Julio…Julio is no longer among the living." Manny laughed.
"And…" Brandel prompted.
"We had no reason not to trust him, we let him into our inner circle, that boy really knows his guns. He met your Chica and they talked I caught them trying to run away together, She was going to be my girl…So I taught him a lesson, She saw him in the hospital and the policia arrested me and told me he was a cop. He said his name was Max Gentry…but I heard him tell your Chica he was her brother." Manny told him.
"If I find your lying…." Brandel threatened.
"I would never lie to you. I am no stupid." Mendez said with a nervous chuckle, he knew just how dangerous this man before him was.
"Do you know where they are now?" Brandel asked.
"He was in an apartment, but then he moved, I have a contact trying to get me his new address…I should have it soon."
"Can you trust this contact?"
"Si, He is a Marshall in the Witness Protection program, He should be calling soon."
Brandel leant back and drank his tequila, he was one step closer and soon he would have the boy.
As Marty stood and watched the people he had worked with process the information he had just told them he was torn between sitting and waiting hoping they would accept him and wanting to grab the envelope and the bag from under the floorboard in his room, grab his sister and just run.
"So…you've been lying to us?" Sam said.
"I didn't lie to you, I was a cop for the LAPD and I was good at my job, I just had a doctored history that's all…you accept Callen and he doesn't even know his past!" He said shooting Callen a look to apologize. Callen caught it and nodded.
"Tell us." Kensi asked.
Deeks looked in the house to make sure Jen was still asleep then he nodded and took another swig of his beer.
"I was born in Reseda, to a teenage mother, Ally Johnson she married my dad just after I was born. I remember him being away a lot…" Deeks said his voice trailing off.
"You did say once your father was abusive, was that true?" Kensi asked.
"More than I told you. He used my mom in deals with his friends, He wanted me to grow up to work with him, I could strip clean and rebuild a gun at four years old. When he was drunk, he used me as target practice, he loved William Tell, you know the guy who shot an arrow off his son's head? Well he used to do that to me when he was demonstrating his guns." Marty let out a sad smile. "It was the only time he spent time with me and wasn't beating on me."
