“You again, Stapleton?” Tony appeared the epitome of bored. “Weren’t you supposed to be held on bond?” He turned to me without waiting for a response. “Would you care to explain, Quinton?”
“I invited Val to have dinner with me here after he received a phone call earlier informing him Stapleton had been released on bail.”
“Who called you? No one was supposed to let you know.” Stapleton attempted to angle himself up on an elbow. “It was that fag brother of mine, wasn’t it?”
“We should have let Mark Vincent deal with you.” Bryan’s voice was soft, but there was a hint of iron in it.
Stapleton was hardly in the position to back away, so instead he glared up at him. “I’m going to sue you! By the time I get done with you, no one in your family will have a pot to piss in.”
“Where will you get the money to afford a lawyer?” I asked.
“My family. Valentine’s family.”