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my most patient, so I’d advise you not to lie to me.”
    “I told them about the old man.”
    “Oh?” Why were the feds still curious about a dead man?
    “They wanted to know about his businesses.”
    “And you told them?”
    Pat sighed and nodded once.
    “About all of the businesses?”
    “Most of them. I left out the ones you still operate.”
    “What else did they want to know?”
    “They wanted to know about Eun-Hee…Hannah.” Like his uncles, his mother had a traditional Korean name but chose to use the English name she’d chosen for herself.  
    “Why?” He saw no reason why the feds would care about the daughter and mother of Dragons.
    Pat shrugged. “I think it was an indirect way to ask questions about you.” When Ramsey raised a brow, he continued, “They asked about her upbringing, why she went to Egypt, your father, why she came back to South Korea, why she lives there now.”
    “And you told them what?”
    “I told them she was the favorite, that she went to Egypt because she asked and he could deny her nothing, that she married your father because she wanted to and was stubborn, that she came back to South Korea after he died, that she lives there because she remarried.”
    Except for his grandfather’s favoritism, most of that was general knowledge.
    “What did you tell them about me, Pat?”
    “I told them I didn’t have any information on you outside of you being a businessman.”
    “What did you tell them about the business I recently acquired?”
    Ramsey had gone to Seoul to see about another business venture. He’d been leery of doing it because it entailed working with two other gangs, but it had been a way for everyone to make money, and a way to stop the rivalry happening in the streets of various South Korean cities. If everyone had something to lose, they suddenly became careful of who they pissed off.
    “Nothing.” Pat shook his head. “I told you, I told them nothing about you outside of you being a resourceful businessman with legal businesses.” 
    When Ramsey only continued to stare at him, Pat shrugged and replied, “A dead man has no reason to lie.”
    Ramsey saw no point in correcting him. Pat knew the penalty for betrayal and he’d still done it. He could have come to Ramsey, and they could have shaken the feds off, maybe gotten him a lighter sentence if it had come to that, but he hadn’t. He’d squealed.
    “Maybe he has every reason.” Keeping him in sight, Ramsey walked over to the deck table and snuffed out the cigar. “Maybe he’s concerned about his family.”
    “Who wouldn’t be concerned about his family?” Pat retorted. “But that gives me no incentive to lie.” He took another drag of the cigar, and kept his gaze on Ramsey. “I know you, Ramsey. I watched you grow into the man you are. I know you’re fair and wouldn’t hurt women for the crimes of their men, especially when they weren’t involved.”
    Pat had a wife and three daughters. He always said he’d been blessed in women. Now, he could say they’d cursed him as well.
    “Who is involved?”
    Pat looked confused, before he shook his head. “Just me. I didn’t want to risk bringing in any of the others, so I used…”
    When he trailed off, Ramsey prodded, “Who?”
    “Italians.”
    Ramsey would have laughed if he were still inclined. Pat knew better. Italians claimed to be a loyal bunch but they were only loyal to family. They had no qualms tossing outsiders under the bus, which was likely what happened to Pat. He was surprised his uncle lasted five years in business with them and was still alive.
    “Which Italian?”
    “Gunzo Barelli.”
    “The one sliced open by a prostitute?” The name was familiar because it had repeatedly been on the news a few months back. When Pat nodded, Ramsey smirked. “One of yours?” Pat nodded again. “And that was what tipped the feds off.” At Pat’s easy nod, Ramsey looked at his watch.
    It was almost nine o’clock. He’d been