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and said, “Look at your boy. You’re a tough-ass Crip with gangster tattoos and a gun. I know damn well you ain’t spooked about a little blood and a dead body.” But there was more than a little blood in the room. A growing puddle. Splatter on the bed spread, two walls, Travis’ face and body, Echo and Kiandra’s clothes.
    Echo said to Travis, “You look like an honest person now. Let’s talk about Breno. Why the fuck is he here at Lake Tahoe with his two main Crip members?”
    “He lost his transporter, so he came here to pick up.” “Pick up what?”
    “Drugs. Ecstasy.”
    Echo said, “Ohhh, so I’m about to stick him for a nice chunk of change?’
    Travis didn’t even want to glance at Avery. “Nah. We met his connect out at Heavenly Mountain yesterday. He’s a big-shot white boy who ski on the slopes there. He came down from Vegas. Breno already got the drugs.”
    “I don’t fuck with drugs. How much he spent on that shit?”
    “About $225,000.”
    “Damn, that’s three Godsend fees.” Echo looked at Kiandra. “You want the drugs?”
    She said, “Down to the last milligram. Sheree can find a buyer for all of it at once.”
    Echo said to Travis, “Okay. This is your lucky day. Get us Breno and you get to live. How do you get him to his room without making him suspicious?”
    “I can’t. He won’t leave his room unless me and Avery are with him, so if I try to get him he’ll know something ain’t right and you’ll end up killing me.”
    Kiandra said, “His cell phone is in his girlfriend’s name, but did she come here with him?”
    “Nah. Just the three of us in two different cars.” She said, “The drugs are in the car or in his room?” “With him in a blue and gray duffle bag.”
    Echo said, “What reason would you have to visit him this early in the morning?”
    Travis looked at his watch. “He sent me to get some breakfast for him, but he’s gonna expect me to call him on my way back. He’ll wanna know if I noticed anything that looks like the feds are paying attention.”

Chapter 17
     
    BRENO RILEY LAY IN BED toward the food end, waiting for Travis to return with breakfast. Too paranoid to listen to the television or radio, he wasn’t really enjoying his stay in South Lake Tahoe. But then again, this wasn’t a vacation or a leisure trip. He believed he had slipped the DEA’s watch zone to make a pickup, but he was still suspicious of everything and everybody.
    Breno was a 30-year-old handsome black man with low waves in his head. A dedicated Crip member and leader in the Whittier area. Six-six in height, 230 pounds, armed and extremely dangerous. He had a Mac-10 machine gun and a Beretta 9mm handgun in the room with him, and not just because he had a black duffle bag full of drugs next to his bed.
    His cell phone rang. He picked his Blackberry up from the floor, glanced at the screen, then answered it. “What’s the deal, Trav?”
    Travis said, “I just picked your food up. Two scrambled eggs, no bacon, tater tots, raw berries, and a chicken and cheese croissant.” Breno was on his feet now, heart pounding in his chest. He’d ordered pancakes and sausage, but he was very much familiar with Travis’ menu. He said, “Good looking out.”
    Travis said, “Oh, yeah, and some orange juice.” Echo said to Travis, “Get up. Let’s go.”
    Kiandra watched Travis get up from the floor of his motel room. She was thinking about something.
    Echo was near the door again. “When we get to Breno’s door, I want you to—”
    Kiandra held up a hand. “Wait a minute. We just got played.” Echo said, “Played how?”
    “He called back Breno’s order and said ‘no bacon.’ That doesn’t make sense. If Breno didn’t order bacon why would be tell Breno he didn’t get bacon?”
    Echo shrugged. “You think he was talking in code?”
    “Possibly. And another thing: Travis said Breno will want to know if he spotted any signs of the feds. Breno didn’t ask him anything