“So you tagged my baby girl.” “Morning to you too Rock.” Zach Pedigo stepped into the front office of Teleki’s Vinyl Siding and Insulation. For once Rockwell “Rocky” Teleki’s wife Angel wasn’t greeting him at the door. Zach, priding himself on being early left himself a target for just such a greeting. Mano to Mano. “I overheard my kid bragging to the wife about you. All night long I had to hear Angel begging me to pay you to fuck her. As if I’m fuckin’ rich. Bad enough I paid you to take Cleo to lunch and you didn’t even get lunch.” “I fed her.” Zach dared to chuckle, “She…