It would take a jackass to decide he wasn't stupid. But that only made him more stupid as far as Crowe was concerned. He should have known that the Boss wouldn't trust him to do a job. As if he needed help getting to the bottom of this. Or maybe there was something else at stake here, and Crowe wasn't going to be one to be left behind in the matter.
He moved down, closer, moving nimbly across rooftops that would bear his weight - he was careful to pick the right ones - as he watched people make way for the Mountain Cat leader. It was clear plenty of them knew him, and those that didn't, didn't care to get involved of anyone coming down the street with a face like that.
As Crowe came around a corner, he saw two men that didn't belong. Large men, coming out of a tavern and one lighting a smoke. They looked at Khanna, but disregarded the frilly looking man, walking down the other way, and disappearing into an alley. "To think it was that easy. People cry a baroness is dead, and to think nobody snatched that opportunity," one man said quietly to the other. "The Cheese'll be pleased. But we got a few more places to hit protection money from before we head back."
Crowe felt his face burn, unsure if it was from anger or embarrassment. Probably both. Those fuckers. Forget Khanna, this was exactly where he was supposed to be. They meandered several more blocks along, and Crowe followed them. They turned down the block toward a tavern and slipped inside. Within, Crowe followed, and spotted them in the back enjoying a few beers.
He grinned and walked over, sitting at a table across from them and enjoying a pint himself. He was alone, why not. But he didn't really drink it, no, not while on the job. He was in deep enough shit as it was. He listened over to the men, who spoke between the two of them. A private conversation on who fucked the most broads the week before.
"Ey," Crowe said, interrupting them. "Any of you fuck the Leger woman?" He grinned and sipped the foam again.
"What?"
"Talk is, someone broke into her house and fucked her up good. Stole a ton of crap from the estate too! Crazy shit ain't it?"
One man looked to the other and laughed. "Oh yeah. Just one person too, or so people say."
Crowe laughed too. "Do you have any idea who woulda done it? I mean, not that I'm a snitch or anything. But I imagine that guy that did probably had some set of balls on him!"
"Pfft, yeah. I'd rather think it was a woman," said the other man. "Only a woman could move so quietly, like a cat. Bet she's got a tight pussy too. I know what'd I'd do with that." His hand reached down and squeezed his own crotch hard, bellowing out laughter.
"I'll drink to that!" said his partner and drank heartily. He made a 'ahhh' sound and shook his head. "Too bad it ain't. A woman that is. It was a tough outfit, call themselves the Rat Pack."
Crowe made a face. "How do you know that?"
The men exchanged looks. "Because we run with them, chump. We would know."
"Pfft! I don't buy it." Crowe laughed in their faces and sipped more foam.
The men clearly weren't amused, and the one on the right scowled at Crowe. "You callin' us liars, chump?"
"Don't call me, chump, dick head," Crowe said and raised a brow at the pair. "It's clear you're a bunch of liars. Two idiots with their dicks in their hands and no clue."
"Why you fucking runt! You better know when to shut up, punk."
"And you better learn that you shouldn't tell lies. Because they always come back to bite you in the ass. Or in this case your tongue. Because that's the first thing I'm going to cut out! Because if you really want to know who cut off Leger's head, it's yours truly." And with that Crowe was ready with his blades.
