“Look, wait”, Angelo looks confused—“How did you know about the warehouse, if you got nuthin’ to do with this?” He suddenly asks, confused.
Late grinned wolfishly and gestured to the cell phone in her left hand. "Your boss was none too quiet yelling at you to get to some compound, it wasn't too hard to conclude a compound would likely be a warehouse of some sort. It's hard to hide illegal goods in a trailer park."
At seeing Cutters confused expression Kate joined him at the window, noticing his truck and resting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Good thing my Cuda was moved around back, flat tires are a &^%$@ to get fixed in this part of corn country." Another car, Mercedes license plate "Mommalovesus", that must be Angelo's car, how sweet of him to care about his mommy. How sweet indeed."
Looking over at Angelo she remembered the embers of revenge burning in his eyes from looking earlier. Time to remedy that little oversight, in the best way she knew how; courtesy of thugs like him. 'Anglo, I get the real strong impression you'd still like to do something about me killing your brother..." She let her voice fade as she pulled out his cell phone for a second time and thumbed through the saved numbers.
"The thing is you're not going to, in fact you're going to hope real hard I never come to suspect you're behind any sort of trouble that drifts my way, otherwise," She paused and copied a few noteworthy callers onto her own phone. "I promise you, after dealing with any of your attempts at settling this score I'll have to hunt down and kill some of the people you like calling, such as mom for example."
Kate's voice held the same uncaring icy tone she used when describing his brothers death earlier when she spoke again. "I might not be as creative as you leg breakers, but I'm sure a blow torch and few starving rats could make things memorable. Or perhaps I'll just let the Russian Mafia hear about your mom and a few of these other people being trusted associates of mine and let them deal with it?"She paused to let the depths of her promise sink before continuing. "So either we let this matter rest here and now, or you can attend a lot of funerals in your future, your call."
Looking over at Frank and Cutter she abruptly changed the subject. "So are we putting this place to the torch and clearing out or what?"