They stood on a small dais above several rows of computers in front of wide screens set along the walls. Several techs typed away, a couple wearing headsets. The room was silent, save for the sound of keyboards and a slight hum. “Brigid would love this,” Raider said, reaching for his burner phone.

Eddie stopped him with a head shake. “The second you left the poker room, all electronics jammed. You can’t call her from here.”

That’s what he’d figured. Raider feigned disappointment. “She’d love this setup.”

“Well, if this works out and I don’t shoot you in the head, then you can invite her next time. She makes websites and shit like that, right?” Without waiting for an answer, Eddie strode down the steps to the main floor. “Any chance you share her?”

“No chance,” Raider said, throwing a little more Brooklyn into his tone.

“No problem.” Eddie held up a hand in surrender and then strode over to a twenty-something kid dressed in khaki pants, a button-down, and metal-rimmed glasses, to hand over the folded paper. “This is Rex. It’s his domain.”

The kid nodded bleached blond hair and took the paper from Eddie. “Hey.” He leaned down and typed in the series of numbers.

Raider moved toward him. “Wait a minute. I need to understand what you’re doing.”

Rex scoffed. “Right.”

Raider shook his head. “I mean it.”

Eddie sighed. “That’s fair. All right.” He looked down at the paper. “It appears you have seven accounts here, and we’ll transfer funds into, what? Say fifty of our businesses? Some shell and some real?”

“Probably about a hundred businesses, since this is a new venture,” Rex said evenly, typing away. “No offense, but no trust yet.”

Eddie grinned. “Oh, we can trust Raider, here. He killed a cop for me yesterday, and I’m sure he’d hate for me to let that news out.”

“You have no proof,” Raider countered, playing along.

Rex snorted, a sinus-filled sound. “I could create some in about five minutes while role playing any online game with my other hand.”

“Cute,” Raider said, his chin up. “Now explain what you’re doing to earn your thirty percent here, or I’m gone.”

“Fifty percent,” Eddie said, watching the numbers flash across the screen.

Raider didn’t even try to fake surprise. It was expected. “We had a deal,” he reminded Eddie.

Eddie shrugged. “You didn’t really think I’d take this kind of chance for anything less than half, did you?” He shook his head. “And now that we’re in bed after the cop killing, well. I’m taking fifty, or I’m taking all of it and calling it a day.” He jerked his head toward Jonny P and another armed foot soldier on the other side of the dais. They’d been out of sight before Raider had descended the steps.